Live for the high not the low
Kelso . 401

 

completely-switched-off:

I try not to stare at your lips when we talk but I want them so badly.

The sweet red.

Oh my, does it go down

So smooth.

The sensation against each taste bud

The taste of forgetting.

The sweet red.

Oh my, does it go down

So smooth.

Slowly slipping away from the here,

The now; reality.

Time stops; music blasts

With each glass

Oh my, does it go down

So smooth.

KF xx

Why is it that I look back?

Look back at the hard times.

The worst times; the hurricane of emotions.

Why,

Why can’t I look at the lighter memories?

Instability; who I am.

Incapable of remembering the good.

The bad takes over; the hurricane of emotions.

It runs me.

The wind and rain tear through my head

My body and mind are immobile.

I’m stuck.

Why is it that I look back?

Why is it that I cannot look forward?

KF

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