2006-09-14 - 11:00 p.m.
i wish you wouldn't come home just yet. i need an hour or so just to get it together. i've gone someplace without thinking from thinking and i don't know if i can find my way home. find me lying on my back again. i'm on the ceiling and i bleed, i reign. if i breathe in i may loosen all my chances for redemption and i think i won't know who i am. if you walked into this room right now and saw the hollow, you might dive in to look for me. not so good you swimming in empty me. how would i fit in? and how could i come home to empty me? and when you close your head and try me on, the ground is moving above you and you taste like sun. it may just be that i was meant for tragedy so if that's beautiful to you, then you can call me home.
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