Sidewalks.
Running away from the streets we knew.
Sidewalks.
Like the time we thought was MADE for you.
Sometimes its as though I'm stuck on the wrong side of a foggy mirror. I'm watching everything and everyone around me change and I don't know if I'm changing along with them or not. I scrabble for purchase on a flat surface of mirror and the only thing I can hold onto is this image of me and my 'Life'.
Thats the catch though. The longer I hold onto it, the more it becomes just an image and less of a reality.
More later because its almost five am and yeah, I actually am trying to GET OVER my insomnia.
