These are the pictures that we took and these are the clouds of ghost houses that we lived in.
Now Memory sits juiced in my peripheral vision and all I think about is how I'd like to be doing something else today.
Spiders live in my eyelashes and when I sleep they make webs between each delicate hair. They never catch anything, but when I try to wake up I can't open my eyes. The dreams I was having play on the insides of my eyelids like re-runs I've never seen before and I think that this is real life.
This is not real life, this is just something I'm doing until I figure out how to stop.
Now Memory sits juiced in my peripheral vision and all I think about is how I'd like to be doing something else today.
Spiders live in my eyelashes and when I sleep they make webs between each delicate hair. They never catch anything, but when I try to wake up I can't open my eyes. The dreams I was having play on the insides of my eyelids like re-runs I've never seen before and I think that this is real life.
This is not real life, this is just something I'm doing until I figure out how to stop.
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