Yourbitingsecret

i remember, when i thought i had a firm grasp on reality; nothing out of reach. when things made sense and the picture, crystal clear in my mind. then time dragged itself out and as it went by my perception distorted, it was as if it no longer existed. then it was easy to see, nobody, not even i, could find clarity in my mind. one thing clear, i became blind. a screen of confusion dimmed with darkness of guilt, surrounded by a thick fog of forgotten hopes. and everything was lost, in my mind.

it's 4 in the morning. it's not getting any later. it's 4:01 and when i get up in 2 hours, i won't regret anything more than this, but it's 4:02, and i am restless. it's 4:03, and i'll never be as young as i am tonight, because now it's 4:04 and there will never ever be a 4:04 like this, because soon – soon it's 4:05. it's 4:05, and the moon is silent tonight. it's 4:06 and the internet is dead – in this part of town, anyway. it's 4:07 and i have nothing left to lose, so here goes everything: love may or may not exist. but you do. and for right now, that's enough. it's 4:08 and i'm suddenly more tired than i e