by School of Seven Bells (done back when both twins were still in)
Sometimes I go whole days listening bored, half sleep
I won't say anything
that's worth a thing to me One day,
suddenly, time took a turn that once felt so brief
I blinked to see polite ghosts fading quickly
What begins as an
unguarded train of thought slowly can become
an addiction
to the slumber of disconnection
and resonance of
memory that no longer has a shape
but keeps you numb
through the hours till gone's another day
Be aware, my darling
these things I say I mean are just
traces of something
I long to feel again I see
our time expand in the air almost forcibly,
spreading thinner till it dissolves completely
What begins as an
unguarded train of thought slowly can become
an addiction
to the slumber of disconnection
and resonance of
memory that no longer has a shape
but keeps you numb
through the hours till gone's another day
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