You are this fragment of my memory.
Floating perpetually in my atmosphere.
I brush you aside but your parallel to my mind again.
This speck of nothing.
Yet this ever constant rotation on my air traffic report.
Go back and return the words you never meant.
Send me the money you owe me for shoulders fabric I cried upon.
Happiness never was you.
It will never be you.
Happiness is me.
Happiness is me knowing it’s not you.
So I will be happy Christian.
And your name will only be a sound.
How does that feel?
Not that swell?
Welcome to my world.
Created: Oct 02, 2010Document Media