Prologue
Just in case, I will leave my things packed.
So I can run away.
I cannot trust these voices.
I don’t have a line of prospects,
That can bring some kind of piece.
There is nothing left to cling to, that can bring me sweet relief.
I have no fear of drowning.
It’s the breathing,
That’s taking all this work.
Do you know, what I mean, when I say;
I don’t want to be alone.
Do you know, what I mean, when I say;
I don’t want to be alone.
In empty spaces.
The shadows are hit by streetlights.
Warning signs at wait.
I’ll tell you conversations.
In the absence of a shoulder,
In the absence of a thief.
At the brink of this destruction.
In the eve of bittersweet.
Now all the demons look like prophets.
And I’m living out every word they speak,
Every word they speak,
Every word they speak.
Do you know what I mean, when I say;
I don’t want to be alone.
What I mean when I say;
I don’t want to be alone.
I have no fear of drowning.
It’s the breathing that’s taking all this work.
Today is July seventeenth. My name is Ashlynn Taylor, and my sister is getting married August nineteenth. Whom is she getting married to? None other than my ex-fiancé, Shane. Of course, I need a date for this wedding. And that is the problem.
Time to resort to hiring a date.
