sit sitting alone, watching the rain fall on both sides of myself.
screaming your lungs out into thunder storms does nothing to help the world.
mine or yours or ours or no one's.

this is every body's song.
this is for everybody who's alone.
this is an intricate incarceration in your own skin.

this is nothing.
we are nothing.
to no one.

millenium

i spent so many wasted stars building myself up just to watch the world fall.
nothing's as steady as rumour mills.
every day i miss her more than i miss myself.
interesting considered elisabeth has been missing for some time now.

i don't know how to say this
i'm afraid to fail again

but those east london kids have to say
i agree.

"i'm sorry."
"thanks for loving me."
"it was never meant to be this way."

wordswordswordsapologies.


if i was drowning, would you save me?