—too close for care
help, It came, in the form of an assignment—reading someone else's words and formulating a response in a professional way— and further, more help, when I listened I heard a few voices I miss, a pleasant few birds drowning out the loud one that isn’t entirely my own saying: “it was a mistake to come here and you have lost dearly because of it”
my temper at least, two open mics for each month, days at the museum, a dance performance I would have liked to catch, a few important meetings I could have truly offered my voice to, weeks and weeks of routine morning work, 700, a silence, a party, a few birthdays, a reading at the lit crawl,
i cant finish this list or i might bust into tears, i will by the end, don’t even want to shag myself
you’ll tell me to consider what I have gained or might gain, a new adventure, the world is at my tips,
back to 2.13 and tips until again I hop a train I didn’t come to do any saving, but i came to Help!
and that vid is so simple, effective and the song is good
I’ll never do the right thing again, “take one for the team” why do i keep doing that to myself and
The desperate attempts to stop the bleeding while someone asks me trivial questions —can’t communicate it why don’t you understand what i’m saying, shit, i’m still bleeding can someone call a doctor! what do you mean you don’t see the blood