I can’t recall how we used to be

i’ll tell you what caused it if you’ll handle the effects

i guess i need some space. i’m awake until it’s so late that i can no longer be afraid of what the words mean. because sometimes it all gets to me – what would i be if i didn’t have words, who would i be if i wasn’t feeling this bitterness seeping out of me still? i have no idea. at times i think i know, but then i’m reminded of how i sound when the words are coming out of my mouth and i’m not so sure anymore.

maybe i’m the girl that becomes so happy that she cannot speak, she just has to feel the happiness anchoring her body. maybe i’m the girl who stares at everybody when she is inside trams. maybe i’m the girl who will begin to cry when she is sad.

i’ll let you know.

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