Those autumn days shifted into months abroad, away from the golden boy who stole a shard of my heart when it shattered on the floor. I can picture him now, loving a face and body that does not belong to me. I rationalize it all, suffocating the thoughts as though they could be buried alive … but the anesthesia eventually wears off.
Let those lyrics fall all around me, as I suppress that feeling – of being forever human. Another half-dozen sinful minutes, and then let it all fade into the backdrop of my early twenties.