No surprises here

fallen. not a gentle slip into the drain, or a bump on the head, but a nerve-twitching, vertebrate-crumbling, breath-laden effect, and the last memory of standing was myself scrutinizing someone elses' life, that seem all too familiar, and i know, i know. this has always been. one second too late, two seconds too quick, too little to hold on to, too much to give, but i sigh and you smile and we cry for it to stop, knowing it won't and we pray we'd die leaving loners sweet goodbyes.

how lonely, how sad, the world turns, love burns and me.. i am just only a small dream in a cotton-candy universe and promises.... promises are merely pretty shapes of forever kissed with death.