story.time
by .me.
There’s a story I know,
I’ve lived it before.
and before, and before.
You come in my dreams, but where are you?
I don’t need you, but these walls won’t fall on their own.
you, whoever, have something the others don’t.
you’re blind, yet with laser-sharp precision, you pin-point me.
you push the button to lower the bridge before I even know.
I guess I’m too good at protecting myself now,
that I don’t know the difference.
can’t feel the instance.
there’s too much resistance.
to love.
