Confidentially heartfelt.... says:
you're floundering and dont like it. no one does. you're en way and dont see that. few do.

there is nothing wrong with you, you're just impatient for life to start so you can live it
the clouds will break, the earth will let out the breath its been holding, and with the rain will come what you're waiting for

can you breath yet?

suck that breath back in, deeper than before. i know it hurts. we can hear you breaking. i am broken inside. but what is broken must heal to break again, and breaking hurts.
where to go, the guitar strings guide you but then they snap, and fly back to the beginning, leaving you lost in the airport with that lil asian boy that ran away and now you're crippled, crying. no pay phones, and yours melted in your palm.
prince charming won't fall out of the rafters, but maybe he's in a tree or on the window sill

can you speak your own language? i can't.

crunch up the outside, get to the soft, bloody middle. thats where the real substance is,the living thoughts,they wait, hide, watch and cringe away from the wind, the world, all those proding tongues and stolen glances. underwater, in a damaged world. with those blue-white fingers you search your snowy mind in vain. forgetting, drifting....thirsty.

look between the ice crystals...

the piano keys spread like a mountain range. dust bunnies dancing with birds underground, and your still not breathing. can't you let it out, stop the screaming in those crumpled, navy lungs? i can breath the water...just try. Jack Frost will help you, i'm too far away and the escalator's frozen too...

your fortune is in another cookie