i've covered every angle, bolted every door, dotted every "t", things aren't the way they seem or used to be...

i'm drowning after empty waves of nothingness, since i'm not real, or really here. It's cold outside, i'm dead inside but into you.
 
i'm three thumbs useless, making funny jokes on drunken dreams of hopefulness, clear and pleasant night walks out on the courtyard of a beautiful restaurant on date under moonlight. She hates me, won't call me. i sink further into oblivious, non-existant background space chatter.

It begins to rain. Somewhere, someone else is in pain too, walking in the night to anywhere, but i'm the lucky one, it's a discomfort thing, i knew you already knew...

Passports and spaceports, piss-drunk passers by fly by in shiny, fancy cars, going somewhere but nowhere at all, out of the corner of my eyes.
i'm desensitized with and by you, yet always by your side. The fortitude and grandeur of it all seems to fade, fall and pass me once over, as do my visions of you. My visions of you...of me...of you and me...

A car hit me and then i died...

i miss you...

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