you'll remember

the song says You'll remember, and I know, I just have to hear my eyes once more, breathe life back into my hands, paint my feet across the floor, endlessly. maybe it was the lack of light, the torn mail, the grip of—of what? fucking loneliness. but I can pick up. I can get up from here, and march across the wood, fall down bleeding into rubble, sparks. so for all of this, just the room hanging in the air, creeping through the hairs on my arm. I will find the cord, I will know the cord, I will remember the cord. that fucking light of, excruciating madness, beauty, life.