Tuesday, July 9, 2013

What happens.

Spent inside your head
The walk home seems mysterious
ly slow and I am grateful for the time travel

"Nothing you can say or do
Can help me now
I've gone too far
I can't go back"
My early teenage reverie is a mantra 
To me still

And I keep saying to myself in singsong 

This is happening,
This is happening!

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