2:19 and it starts. i feel it. the weight. i've been carrying it around way too far than i should that i thought that i had gotten used to the feel of it. but now. i'm fully cognizant. and the concrete is pulling me down hard. don't get me wrong though. the guy who put his hand on you has got nothing to do with me.
and i hope in whispers, gravid and eager, that the bruises that i feel will heal. but it doesn't and i suspect that it never really shall. it acts swiftly, mostly in unexpected bursts. and it gnaws, eating me up inside. i wish i still had my lighter. i used to give it nervous flicks to keep out the inevitable. like a deep breath before the plunge..
pardon my retreat. some great need in me is starting to bleed..