"it has always seemed enticing to see the naked and the profane"
I left myself upstairs.
I've been falling down, down, down.
Stumbling.
Tripping.
Slipping.
What if it's already beautiful,
down here.
What if ever since the beginning,
I never was.
I never am.
I never will be.
And I can only become,
just another stranger.
Where will I go,
from nowhere?
4:55 PM
Categories:
confusion,
future,
life,
memories,
nowhere,
past,
present,
stairs.
Author: sleepwalker