THE TRICK IS TO KEEP BREATHING


	Writings \| home THE TRICK IS TO KEEP BREATHING lying face down on the floor looking up to the stars through the roof that's not there inside a glass house i'm flaoting down a river halfway down i start to sink in the air maybe we can meet again further down the river if you pull me out so i can breathe again standing before a tower staring at my feet the cracked sidewalk below me a hazy shade of random i'm flaoting down a river halfway down i start to sink in the air maybe we can meet again further down the river if you pull me out so i can breathe again walking up this dark stairway that has no ending walking the same step over and over