my heart is heavy.
it lies between a blanket of stars and a mattress of stone.
(why do i write like i am a god?)
how do you feel in your walls far away?
(too far away.)
no amount of static technicolor can distract me from the constant craving.
(it's eating me alive.)
have you thought to call? telephone wires reach around and strangle our necks just for the ease of communication.
(why don't you talk to me?)
my heart is heavy, but it still doesn't keep my body from rising to the surface.
-i guess i should swallow
stones next time.
