51; Rain, Photographic Limbs, There Is No Flipside When You Rewind / Tell Me

10-21-16
The pavement is wet,
Over exposure is in the pixels of everything I once knew,
And I am trapped on the wrong side of every fence.
It seems I've put this one sided tape in reverse,
And the film has been stained a bit.

They told me to remember this,
They told me to document this,
But the voices in your head
Only like to stir up trouble-
They live for these things.
I may have lenses for eyes
But these frames of seconds
And flashing light
Will never feel real enough
For me to exist here.
I hit pause,
Everyone else is still watching,
And they're waiting for me to catch up,
But I've missed so much,
All I can do is backtrack
And put these pieces together
Like it's all actually clicking.
The only thing clicking is my head,
And the monotony of that isn't always comforting.

If I sleep with tangled headphones
And keep living like tomorrow morning
Is only a dream,
It'll undoubtedly crash on me eventually.
If I keep using italics in the same font
On the same computer
In the same classroom
Next to the same people,
In a room full of bodies that
Are shallow,
I think it'll drive me crazy.

White sheets don't always stay white,
But the lighting is an illusion
That puts a glow on
What's been dead for awhile.
You see, nobody chases an observer,
And I can wish you to meet me at an intersection every night at the darkest hour,
But it won't quite happen.
Stop lights
And sirens
Wait on the flip side,
But there is no flip side,
Life is only a balancing act,
Just like it used to be,
Where it cannot be weighed down
The labels of positive or negative,
And I'm somewhere floating
Through places I can't comprehend well.

There's a headache in my head,
And it's scratching at the windowsill,
There's a stain in the carpet
And holes in the roof,
Yes, this has to be where I'm at.
It's so much more vivid than what's in front of me.

Let it rain,
Let it soak everything in perspective,
And let it lace itself with you,
You'll hang heavy in the air
Like you've taken your last breath,
But you've taken your last of me,
And I suppose that counts for something.
Ill wait at the stop lights,
I'll start recording now,
I'll try to do things right,
But time is all were waiting on,
So tonight, I might carve some away
And actually dream.
Since dream is the flipside of reality,
Maybe those concepts will pull together like magnets
And create a definite line for me to cross.
Except there is no flipside,
And my jacket is wet,
And I can't smell your cigarettes,
And let's face it-
I'm not where I need to be,
But I'm better than I was a month ago,
Reconstruction takes time,
And we've got lots of that.
- (m.m)

I'm caught up in how the world spins
And how time drifts
And how lungs drag,
And the sky falls.
I am in love with the disconnection
I am in love with the destruction.

Distraction runs on a timer,
And I'm pretty sure I like it better
When I suppress it
And it all spills over,
I'm pretty sure I'd rather
Push my body to the limits
And love it,
Because something about
Words can break and burn you
But fix you.

I'm running on less of everything,
Just trying to disconnect
And choosing which actions
Characterize my mood today,
While I roll out of bed,
After night highs
And bad dreams,
And weigh ins.
Maybe I'm lying,
Maybe there really is no routine-
Not when it's this unpredictable.

I knew what I was doing,
I knew the risk,
And I've known it all along.

Tell me about how the stars
Dropped into my eyes
When heaven cried,
Tell me how miracles work like that.

Tell me about the art on the walls,
About the hyper active bottles
Of memories and gas station lights.

Tell me about speeding
And how beautifully dangerous
Cigarettes can be.

Tell me about the books and how
You touch them and feel their
Love,
And that's something you want to
Teach the whole world.

Tell me how beautiful things are meant
To be shared,
Not kept at bay,
Not owned,
Tell me that's why we coexist.

Tell me how time is a road map,
And this city only adds
To the grandeur of the lights
Collecting in your head.

Tell me how boxes confine
Atmospheres
And pages save
Days from oblivion.
Tell me how resourceful one must be,
Even if they acquire the world.

Tell me how we'll end up missing
Everything we've hated,
Tell me how the fists will unclench
And the fire will turn to smoke,
And we'll fight our energy
In different forms.

Tell me about all of the things
Memorized,
The things you can't kill off
Like a bad taste,
Tell me the dynamics of
Disconnection.

Tell me how you'd fall to your knees
For this love inside of you,
Because the world can't shake
The motherfucker out of you.

Tell me about your bad memories
With broken glass
But how you pick the pieces off the ground anyways.
Tell me about the people in your head,
The real and the fake,
Tell them I see them swimming in your pupils.

Tell me about your Venn diagram emotions
And your lists of what you've learned
From bodies who may be gone already.
Tell me how you know your worth
Whether or not the demons tell you
Different.
Tell me how much you love the pain,
Tell me what battle scars feel like
Through your clothing,
And how you've got an entire
City on your shoulders,
All of your life to carry with you.

Tell me how you're higher than a plane
But grounded like you're in the rain.
Tell me how you're sinking like a brick
But disconnected, and sleep deprived,
In a high, really slow, way.
Tell me how you think you should've
Jumped off the deep end
When you had the chance
Because you know yourself,
You knew you'd get out.

Tell me about Johnny cash,
Tell me about your guilty pleasures,
Tell me about how the light
Fills your eyes when you rant
But this world is full of sharks,
And they'll try to take that light
The second they see it.
Tell me how tightly you guard
What matters to you.

Tell me why I'm talking to myself
Like there are two halves to this
Equation again.
- (m.m)

I love this so much like idek I cannot express my love for this. I just. Yes.

Appreciate what you have. No matter how bad it gets, you'll miss it. Take what you can get from everyday and keep living. You know yourself better than anybody ever will. The power is yours. You can do this. I fucking promise.

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