i did it.
fought it.
ran from it.
beat it into submission.
wore its outsides on my insides.
showed the world how it didn't matter any more.
these are avalanches. snow storms.
warm breath on cold mornings.
high altitude headrushes.
my mind is a maze.
my eyes are a map.
my finger tips are a time line.
standing on trainlines we know all that we never knew.
it's never as fascinating as you tell yourself it has to be.
the glass is always colder on the other side.
eyes reflecting moonlight.
lullabyes to grave sides. pretended this will be something prevalent.
pills to set off shakes.
shakes to spill your heart into headphone's.
keep that little blue disk spinning.
we're 7" from winning pulses and lips.
these are the stories to tell the grandkids.
unbreakable.
