and spinning ‘round a name
The fire draws in, heaving out ash and crust.
Within the realm of flies, lit in my brain.
Promethian lore claims wings, from the dust.
Spiraling into the light-bulb graveyards,
My consciousness has all but disappeared.
Retrospection: the glow looked...
why is it that when you fight the hardest you fall the farthest?
too early i made her think that i wasnt "there" with her and she shut down. Now, a year later, i cant stop fighting for something i know i cant have, and she hates me for it. I tried and tried...