There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.

When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.

I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
But I have become...comfortably numb.


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<sup>Long time no macro, so here it is.
Night is just too long to stand, and sleeping is everything but likely to happen, so I do listen to stuff which used to be my favourite when I was like fifteen [not that great mind-difference between now and then you know?] and I do feel now that it hurts at least twice than it did. "Great". Oh and yes I took it the other day and had just cried. So teeny, I know. That funny thing they call life.




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