i know it as if my world isn't breathing. i could feel it in my bones. crowded subway rides with cluttered minds. i would enjoy sleeping beneath the stars, among the pretend to be lvrs. it's been a long shift. here i stand on my own two feet...oh how i owe my soul my soul. astral projection, my heart is out of its mind for thinking outside itself. stop believing and everything shall come to pass. most mid-nights i wish i could explode into confetti. lets celebrate all rights reserved to the cycle of situations. my long to have an everlasting companion, shall be the continuance of existence. so extensive this conscious may be, i will not believe it. backs are turned so quickly. friends hit a dead end street and this shall be the end.