Indian Taker//Growing Feigns
I still have dreams and nothing’s changed, all of my fears just rearranged into these shades of black and grey, concrete says more than I do these days I try to outrun this growing pain, the same one that taught me how to push everyone away and dig this grave, until my feet drag again the bed I’ve made is where I’ll lay. Sleep walking through these worthless nights, sleep talking to just feel alive until this skin doesn’t feel so cold one day. The winter passed as I did, when I became the faults I hid. You ask, I swear that I am okay. “Am I okay”? The distance between you and me is much farther than eyes can see. I held my breath and forced myself to choke on it, in hopes that the past was one that I could forget. I searched the sea to find myself, but it was too late. I dragged the lake and everyone who cared just faded away.