it shivers up and down my spine.
what's yours is mine.
these little teeth will do just fine.
cut off our time.
pointing and waiting while places are fading.
loss. pointing and waiting while faces are ageing.
confident. reliant.
treadmills are pointless gadgets.
there's no way to escape you.
this place is bored and empty.
we are exaggerating. yet, we are slowly fading.
I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
where have you been?
still crawling slowly your way back.
having the time of your life with a person that's about to stab your back.
and that still lingers in your mind until your life is a disordered one of-akind-off-the-shelf-piece.
there once was a body there with you: yourself