Drowning.

"Look! I'm flyinggggg"

"Whats the point in wearing the jacket if its not keeping you warm?"

"Sometimes I just like to feel the wind."


Rain.

hits the winsheild of your car.

I can feel it on my skin.

The smell of metal.

Cold.

wet.



"....did I cater to all your needs?"




And I find myself

hydroplanning

pavement

Wondering to myself...

just what the fuck am I doing?


And I wonder why you havent called.

and I wonder why you haven't written.

And I wonder why I couldn't have just followed you inside tonight.

Because I need nothing more than to feel like I belong to someone

Even if it isn't true.

And I need nothing more than to know that someone is lying next to me.

Someone warm.

Someone to take this coldness away.

This cold I have felt since everything escaped me.

right under my feet.




I find myself

Running.

drowining





if only I could run past that door

to somewhere else.