i whittle my life away
with these meaningless events;
parties that stretch over the night
like a balloon about to burst,
in cafes with lecture notes
which anchor me to the earth,
daydreaming in the library
& walking home in the dark.
with these meaningless events;
parties that stretch over the night
like a balloon about to burst,
in cafes with lecture notes
which anchor me to the earth,
daydreaming in the library
& walking home in the dark.
this is the aftershock.
i could avoid you but for the fact
that you are nowhere now, hardly able
to first be found.