Thursday, May 26, 2011

Cold Grass

I can't tell what's fake and what's real anymore.

Reality keeps bending in and out and I just can't get a hold of anything.

The nightmares are my reality now and reality is nothing but an illusion.

It won't stop talking to me. I don't want to hear it at all but it just won't stop.

Stopstopstop please stop.

Everything is green and a machine-washed grey.

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