echofonic

oh the streets of san francisco... so much - so much. a lot of memories for me in such a short time. i've been spending too much time in places too haunted with memories lately, though. like those streets. places where i once walked two inches off the ground. those corners and cliffs and the space under the beam in the front room of that bar that i've only been to twice now. walking in there was like stepping into a film - i could see everything that happened last i was there. hear it and smell it and taste it. things i'd forgotten came back and took over me.

i didn't fall in love - i shattered.