throwaway

the years pass me by, the past drowned patiently by ignorance born from fear. flowery words grow into a garden in my mind. hide the stench with rose petals. my isolation is picture perfect, film it for the audience in my head. theres no such thing as lonely when youre a one man show. follow the script, remember the flow. you cant miss a beat and before you know it you'll take a bow. the end with open eyes and closing curtains.