'recover from nothing at all'.

the escalator went up. so did they.
i like dark and
empty places.

what?

twisted words. repeated lies.
oh, okay
actually, i like anywhere where there's you.

why?

never learnt. continuing to deceive.
no, really
i love you.

who?


empty words that held no meaning, held no sincerity. nil, zero, dead. they repeat though, over and over, in my head. god knows why.

like i've said, maybe if i kept myself away, shut all these thoughts and memories into a small small box and hid it far from anyone's touch, maybe it'll stay the same for ever, maybe they wouldn't change... it'll just stay my little secret, my own little bit of joy. my only own little bit of joy actually