Monday, May 4, 2015

The View.

cannot substantiate the existence of rainbows anymore, or barricade what we have from what we don't want to have. I just traded a few of my ghosts, for new masks. I can intuit the aftermaths from the pain already pushing through my shunts. I know you knew the commercial chorus long before any of our songs existed, and that you had to choose among pains.
So it's okay.
We do what we can to keep ourselves sane, which is why I did what I did. And I'll look sane, if not okay.

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