#bruised memory

[wickedzeevyln]

✮ Rising Storm ✮

Sweat: they don’t taste as sweet anymore. I scuff my shoes against the miles, not to sculpt this threadbare body, but to keep it alive. I thought I knew frustration when the beginning was laid out before me, until I blurred past it. Past the end line. Beyond that, I fear, is gravity. Pulling down hard. As the bottom reveals itself, it welcomes the helpless with an ominous screech, murky arms…

✮ Rising Storm ✮

[underratedsonglyrics]

I’m a thousand miles from nowhere

Time don’t matter to me

Cause I’m a thousand miles from nowhere

There’s bruises on my memory

There’s tear stains on my hand

And in the mirror there’s a vision

of what used to be a man

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