I´d rather that this weren´t for all I´m left with is utter emptiness the only remains of my pretence roll down my face leaving me with nothing to hold on and I get lost so often, so easily there´s nothing to touch nothing will give me coordinates of where I am of when I am (of who I am) my brake is set up loose so I just keep moving past these fearful voices past these dreadful choices further into the void the danger of falling amiss is keeping us safe – alive – for now – it´s too late to go back time of avoidance is gone there is nowhere to run