its the unchangeable voice.

of unreason.

it thats even a word.

everything comes together.

and shares.

tears and comfort.

laughter and hate.

its a mutual understanding.

like hot fudge.

and ice cream.

let me out.

i wanna let go.

but i can't.

or maybe its won't.

either way...

shiny heels.

and fluttering ruffles.

its plastic therapy.

in my closet.

remember the old days.

not to say they were glorious.

but better.

we didn't know better.

take your seats.

the show is about to start.

part of one.

and multiple.

all at once.

strawberry goodness.

and repeated drama.

you don't know the position you are in.

morning nerves.

and lightheadedness.

inching towards.

of course the grand gesture was set.

long ago.

this is just fluff.

it's my fault.

isn't it?

i don't know what to think...

about your words.

they are uncertain.

and contradictory.

to these actions of yours.

playing with fire.

and brimstone.

hah.

leave it behind.

and get ready for the jetway.