If I wish upon a star can I wish on the one you descended on? But i guess complacency is not yet mine. I just need a fix...
I need to twist the cap off and feel the liquid flow freely down my throat, to have it forgive my sins and all my transgressions.
Gelatine based muscles...Hallucinogenic mixtures. I’m giddy, I’m all jittery as f*ck. My muscles are all bunched up, my nerves tethered and tied to balloon strings... At the moment all I have is this cup of coffee and a fake smile to keep me running on un-empty. Your hand in mine would surely help me soar.
I feel the effects at last: it is fast and smooth flowing into unused veins once more. Its plutonium love my precognitive dreamer, so set my broken bones because I’ve been walking down memory lane a lot lately and they’re not even good memories they’re just belated dreams forgotten seconds after thinking. It’s time to turn autopilot off.
I need you to keep pumping my blood, my heart – you’ve got it.
Am i that much of an old soul, trying not to drown in the undercurrent of non-existent love?
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