…you’re a part of who I used to be…

What if we really are the spiders of some cosmic world. Just this tiny civilization on the surface of a marble rolling across the floor. What if one second is a lifetime to us? What if we never realize we’re being watched because we’re moving in slow motion. And when people see things it’s because they moved just fast enough to see it.

…you were an angel missionary…

Bathrooms are the best place to do…anything. Something wrong, something dangerous, something private, some work of self-expression. Because nobody would bother you in the bathroom. You’re completely alone. One of the few moments in a day that you are. A closed in private place where you and only you can be. Whether you are going to the bathroom, showering, washing your face, you are alone. Thus the best place for thought. Or psychic screams. Because when you come out of that room, you are back to who you were, before you went in. Because nobody sees what you did, or thought, or said to yourself.

…I thought you tore away my demon wings…

Psychic screams are screams of pain. Physical or mental. An effort to reach out to someone for help, comfort, just to feel a presence. I had on today. A moment where I tried desperately to reach out to my three best friends, but they don’t even know what happened. Maybe psychic screams can work, I’ve had telepathy work before. More than once. But you’d think screaming would be clearer and louder somehow. But I guess I’ll never know.

….but you really just put them on yourself…

And round and round the train of though goes from this to that. From anger to sadness. From missing you to need you. To calling for you to hiding from you. Round and round.

….you were a part of who I used to be

You were an angel missionary

I thought you tore away my demon wings

But you really just put them on yourself

We’re falling apart you and I

You, me and the scars that lay between…

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I don't know...wrote this awhile ago. Meh. Oh! But this is also a post to show you I'm still alive yay! My new story is coming along. You might catch glimpses of it soon.