more... even than before.

i find it hard to see through this... this subconscious..? these lies... this breath.
what now?
i find it hard to dream after all these years.
you've taped my mouth shut, though i've tried to break free... my memories are skewed... all because of you.

down this road...

a girl, alone. on a train bound for the city. headphones on, but ever vigilant of her surroundings. i won't let this happen again. she tries to make up stories in her head, ones where she is loved, surrounded by people... not just noise.
the static of the city sweeps in from the open doors. she steps out into the winter air and moves automatically to the coffee shop on the corner. how many more days do i have to do this.. alone..? she walks into the thick atmosphere of the cafe and sees lovers and friends and students and people who mean something to this world. she is watched. she is loathed. she steps up to the bar to place her order, pays the man and leaves. she is shielded by her music. the notes and beats and rhythm block out the world.
denver can be a lonely place.

my head is a lonely place...