— Cursed - Opposable Thumbs
My mind goes blank and I’m crawling around on my teeth.
The end is near - I’m alive, but I just can’t stand on my feet.
No one knows, look at their faces, killing time. They’re all wasted.
Hey, what do you want to be? Keep a spot for me. Oh, you gave up too? That’s okay.
The sands of time finally take their toll as the tides devour my self-control.
I dwell in circles of the tears shed during the nights alone, with the barren memories of love in pure flesh and knowledge that I’ll never be home.
lighting this cigarette
and I don’t remember
if I’m here alone
or waiting for someone."
— By Leonard Cohen (via hush-syrup)