and have nothing
than to lose it all to you
and want everything
like the rooftops i can't feel the ground
not because of you but because i lose the sense of where i am [onceinawhile]
and like the rooftops i face no limits
except when i run out of gravity in the sky
space is a dangerous place
but thats when i know im safe from you
a dummy told me this morning that the key to happiness is selective memory
if we could control our memory like that then we would think about ice cream and unicorns all day.
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