forgetting everything and falling back again, with no illusions of growing up and no problems giving in. I touch broken hands to eyes and I touch tetchy, tender skin and I can't [bad word] these brittle bones and I'm misplacing all the words. the way we were wasn't aimless, everlasting. what's said is all I can hear, what's said will fall on deaf ears. forgetting everything and falling back again, with no illusions of growing up and no problems giving in. and I'm losing track of time and I'm losing any faith, any faith that I ever had in pursuit [bad word] ground. words splinter on my crystal tongue. selfish, thoughtless, spiteful words, that crack upon my golden teeth.