my blood swellls like a running river.
I lost who I am
is there something in the distance that I'm missing?
Stop staring please.
There was one time when I thought I knew who you were.
There was one time when the water flowed like cement
there was one time when I knew who I was, right before
everything got bent.
swimming....in a sea of concrete
running....chipping my wooden feet.
screaming...with my tonsels out.
~~forward~~