the moon and some pyramids

Go back. Go back to where the smoke came from...where the rattle in the engine began its aerosol can jitterbug. Turn the radio down and listen closely. Actually, just stop. Stop driving, stop walking ..just stop. It clanks. Its noise screams inside my head though I don't move. I Wait. When I stop..i notice. That which is not hidden from me, by me, maybe even for my own good... but only for now. There is always hope, isn't there? But knowing this, it continues. It can't fix itself with inaction. I could cover my ears and scream... it gets as loud as i do, but without a raw throat and a heaving chest. I look at it and you and i think that theres nothing else. that they are not co-eternal. that they co-exist only in each other's absence from me.

That's it.

Something is slightly apart from me and can't be replaced by a cheap off the shelf component. Yes.

It's the worst thing in the world when...
oh you know the rest. i've told you this.

now i'm barely breathing in a world full of air
breathe in for me please. i'll know when you do.
i'd do the same thing for you, you should know.