The brightside

Washington DC

Description

Everything is backwards. Upside down and inside out, and I am dizzy spinning in a circle. Everything is broken. Time is a lie you made up to help me get some sleep. My eyes are wide open. There are no boundaries or colonies. The only state that's real is of my mind. Every map I have starts with a dead end road. Everything is hopeless. I await your arrival, but you will never come. We are lost among the stars, shivering cold, finding destinations in the cracks of a sidewalk. Everything is settled. I am here and you are there and we are what we are.