i've been floating. and when i float, when i float, i'm floating away, i'm free falling. there's nothing abow me, nothing below, there's only a shimmering vacancy of silence. i'm part of nothing when i'm a component of absence. i've been floating. like a bird without wings, i've been falling. i've been falling, but never fell. there is a beauty in walking away. when you hear the humming sound of suppressed laughter, you learn to let go, you let go, but your heart cries blood and unknown memories. that's when you start floating. in the silence of your own possessed past, you drift away. i've been floating.
it's past midnight and i should be sleeping, but i kinda wanted to write a bit. so here you go.
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