brooding about the state of life
an ephiphany is all you really need
a star overhead or a meteor to finish it off
carry all these ugly memories and burdens away
leave her in a place of no hope
bombers and prostitutes are the last thing on this one's mind
find new ways to /not/ end this story & you'll be closer to the end
stare hard at these letters that form words which will stop making sense in a year or two
tiny mistakes and muddy fingers fumbling through your brain to search for the thing you fear you've finally lost
something you held on to
so tight for so long