Running

"i said maybe....you're gonna be the one that saves me....and after all...you're my wonderwall...."

Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna bring it back to you...

Realization is a difficult word. Acceptance is more like a slap in the face. Like the slamming of a door on a cold still night.

Or the blinking of a cursor...frozen fingertips....a buzz in my head and i don't know what to say. Expounding theory after theory about - what....

All i need is a little time...to get behind the sun and cast away...

I run and run and run...from myself. Looking for what...to feel less...numb.

My conscience stares me in the face...i look through it as i would through mist....only to see nothing on the other side and only be more aware of its presence.

A gurgling sound...like molten iron....like boiling tar....i strain to muffle it's sounds...my conscience. I feel numb...i want to feel more....but that's all i feel.

Erase and rewind....then what's the point of hindsight?