the only thing thats constant is just how disappointing you are. maybe you dont really get it, maybe you just borrow it from time to time. theres always only two sides. light and dark. the dark is so much pain but its so damn inviting. and the light it leads you endlessly searching for the source. ive been pistol whipped into believing in the disease you're spreading. i feel better in the dark. better where its quite. no birds chirping. just a feeling. something real. have you ever felt that something real? like nails driven into wrists and ankles. like choking but laughing and not seperating the two. ill be your anchor but theres a hole in the bottom. and it will sink whether still or in motion. did you know you can still dream when you're awake. it wasnt that long ago was it?