Hot Cross

sifting through 3 years, 8 months and a handful of dust like shadows falling through a matrix of "wish i hads". and its much harder to see how much space was taken when your chest pounds with footsteps of those youve forsaken - its a shame isnt it? the way these hours spin out of control, and how the tighter your grip on the why and the how insures a faster demise to a here and a now. theres no strength in numbers is the one thing ive found, and you cant trust your balance until youve walked with your feet on the ground.
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