Standing at my window to see life as I know it pass me by in the form of bright neon lights.
I'm afraid to go down and become a machine, so I leave messages in breath against my window, so when and if people take time and look up, they will understand.
& no one ever stops to wonder just how much of themselves they constantly loose and redefine.
12:03 a.m. - 2012-02-01
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