"Poetry is always close kin to the impossible, isn’t it?" - Alvin Feinman

Sing to me, my love.
And I will spin stories that fill the empty cup in your heart.

Sing to me, my love.
And I will dance with you eternally as your other half, your other hand.

Sing for me, my love.
And I will be yours forevermore.

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To spin, to twirl, to dance. Alas this happiness, I hope your last strands will not escape my reaching fingers. And instead I will be immortal. In this snapshot, this moment, and time. My etched words to walk on ahead of me.

"Something's wrong when you regret things that haven't happened yet" - 1940

There are times when I suddenly freeze and a numbness creeps up from my legs. Hairs raise with its ascent  till it paralyzes my entire nerves. And I sit stuck. In a certain horror of all the things in the world. The list grows longer and the images become unimaginable and instead the feeling lingers. It stains and crawls. And I bend and twist. Stretch to get rid of it. But the strangling feeling. Just grips tighter till my heart feels too squeezed to breathe. Claustrophobia. It whispers. Schizophrenia. Terror. Faster. faster faster and the beat speeds up and space closes in and you just can't

escape.

And so I stay shot. From the gun created by the world. Still infected in sleep.

"How embarrassing. I just went to hug the sexiest person I know, and I ran into the mirror" - Kyle Fisher

you can run
but you can't hide

i think that's the scariest thing ever.

"Lately I've been, I've been losing sleep, thinking about the things that we could be" - OneRepublic

and for some reason 

the girl who got knocked down 

just couldn't

get up 

again