sore teeth.

so far down, anything will do. grabbing at things lost and then remembered, as if you never were and never really could be. when you lose yourself in brick walls and empty phone calls, loneliness sets in like an old friend, resting on your shoulders like a mink. all the while wondering what your name is, because it seems that even God has forgotten. you will not dress up today. the only understandable things are written words and past memories... memories that are completely separate from your life now. your pride chokes your throat shut, while your mouth pushes your frustration out. and what are you left with? sore teeth. very sore teeth.