we're born to fly
Sullen sights always indirect
tired eyes hypnotized by your teenage sect
weekend rituals resurrecting
feelings our sober minds reject,

I know i won't be here forever
slow burn fades into a dream
my flesh won't follow me forever
but your touch is far and few between
~ Ava. Someday i'll travel the world~
we're born to fly
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Kim Dorland, Self, 2013
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"And I can tell that she’s closed her eyes to shut me out. You know, I become like an intruder. And behind those closed lids, you know, her eyes are now rolled all the way around and staring intently inward into some void where l, who sent them, can’t follow."
David Foster Wallace, Brief Interviews With Hideous Men (via serialstranger)