smiling unfinished.

i know there was a moment there that came running and screaming through my mind, and that's when i lost a lot of the self control i thought i never had.

the mark it makes when i chalk it on the wall as circumstance and loneliness doesn't mean too much anymore, lost in all of the other figures we've drawn.

and now i'm trying to pawn all these things that i never knew i needed like it will shed some of that weight that's been on my eyes.

but i suppose my friend's old motto of "never as planned, always as expected" tore through our naive diatribe of arm's length philosophy and left us ... what? entangled?

dead and golden, rotting webs of memories tie all of us down. and it's starting to rain white and silver. you're painting the cityscape. i'm sleeping on the floor.