sturanium_235

sitting in a puddle in a one wall room, my better assurance drifts and leaves me. naked without blanket i am blank. without knowing whether i am comming or going i stand stiil, not knowing where to step. without a tremble, i'd stand in quicksand with all the forgotten cigarette ashes, as long as it kept my head above long enough to know that you were there. i'd die underneath that soil if i could still hear that inaudible buzz that used to keep me up at night. i'd fertalize the sprout and live the rest of my life as a splinter in those fingers that once dripped saltwater from your mouth to my chest. or i'd snuff it all out with all the other butts if you asked me to. i can't pretend to care, but god knows how much i do. i never know what's best when im like this.
you had me at h.