we can finally go on that long long walk that i've been dreading and anticipating all at once. the walk and talk that i dream of each night only to awake in a cold sweat. scared to death of what i could and will potentially ruin.
my daydreams are full of visions of my sinking dreams and the blurry outline of impending realities.
the dreams strongly resemble the titanic. the drowning passengers, simply every person i have ever disappointed. many of the drowning passengers are my parents. dying a new death for each time i trick them into believing in me.
the realities, a replication of figures in long black capes emerging through the fog to accompany the scared young girl to the gallows.
the dreams strongly resemble the titanic. the drowning passengers, simply every person i have ever disappointed. many of the drowning passengers are my parents. dying a new death for each time i trick them into believing in me.
the realities, a replication of figures in long black capes emerging through the fog to accompany the scared young girl to the gallows.
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