

PaintbrushI lay, immobile, on my floor with a paintbrush in one hand, your photo in the other. As my sight blurs, I wonder if you do care.Paintbrush
The paint fumes left me here. My bedroom floor is not as uncomfortable as I thought. I cannot feel the hardwood.
The only feeling I believe I have in this physical state, is in my face, for I can feel the tears fall silently down the cheeks you once kissed.
My mind is in such turmoil from the pain that has faded away. I find tranquility within when I lay eyes on your face. The face in the picture of a boy I once loved.
A few months ago, I could say that I still
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'People are strange... when your a stranger...'
(The Doors, Strange Days, People are Strange)
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I've got too much blood in my caffeine system...
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