any minute now i'm expecting all hell to break loose..

you can run away in the blink of an eye, disappear through the cut, but everytime you do you're taking a little bit more. sometimes..sometimes all you really need to do is to be able to close your eyes and float, without arms reaching, without eyes pleading, without voices whispering, because some nights you'll wake up to the thought that none of those live here anymore.

but.

when your fingers are limp and lifeless, who'll hold you then?

breathe in. breathe out.