Changes

This room is getting smaller. I dream.
I dream of something to come.

Its too late to go back. The only way is forward. The only way is up. I dream of you. Of your skin touching mine. And it makes me - if - just a little happier. Just a little more content. A little less suicidal.
I want to believe in something I was so scared of. And so aware of.


Dont jump if you dont know how to swim. I never did. I always drowned.
I drowned and was always brought to the shores by other forces.
Magic.



Never real life.





Its time to build a new reality.