Siren.
There will be no explosion.
It will be a slow descent, one foot after the other, down a dark gravelly path. One of us will stumble, and the other will stop to make sure we are alright. There is a pause here. And a nervous laugh. I will keep looking to you to make sure you are still there. You might say "what?" even though you know perfectly well. I will reinforce my grip and smile.
This journey could take us years, until we can't keep track of who's psychosis belongs to who.
Every time I think I have found You, I am dreadfully wrong. I don't want to be wrong any more.
04.20.13 || 12:02 pm
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