you must be three hundred feet high. it must be the
lonliest place in the city. so open. buzzing with
industrial noises. human traffic. delivery vehicles
hundreds of miles from their destination. three cars
parked above the city. somewhere where the owner
thought nobody would break in. i dont break in. i
wanna break free. this so called life in this so
called city or anywhere. youd think that the buzzing
would notice me but it doesnt. i could have
swallowed paracetamol. or aspirin. or sliced my
wrists instead of my legs. but i didnt. i chose to
find you. up so high. high in your so called
acceptance. of friendship and money and shadows and
god. of […]