tell me a story.
tell me a different story. i need you to, because i feel like i’m disappearing, from the inside out now. soul first, extremities last. touch the walls. my hands are there, my feet are there, my head lightly touches it too, through my hair. the world is beautiful, the world is intense enough as it is. you would understand it if you could see it from here, why i’m keeping so still. and you wouldn’t need the music, you wouldn’t need the sense of touch, or any kind of numbing substance. you would embrace the walls just to keep from falling.
