choking_on_echoes_which_were_not_mine raze something told me once and something tells me still that we could have been allies if my words hadn't gone unheard the way they almost always do when my brain is brave or stupid enough to pull my lips apart. maybe it's better that we were never anything, since something always turns into nothing in the end. your name is richard. your name is tamara. your name is dustin. your name is alyssa. your name is jeni. your name is jim. your name is every name i've known, and some i haven't yet heard or been harmed by. 241112 what's it to you? who go blather from