Just hiding from the rain
Trying to find a distant place
To live again
Going through my imagination
Like they were polaroids
To make things seem more sane
Hiding seems to be the best escape
When I can’t latch onto a feeling
When things slips through my fingers like sand
It all gets too serious
And i back away unattached to the moment
Turning away, having a shoulder so cold it cuts the wind
It cuts you leaving you to pick up the pieces.


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