philip glass - glassworks, floe

slowly im looking more and more like a basket.

it started with my arms, they always were a bit abnormal, my mother noticed it first, then my belly started to change, soon after my friends support was needed more often. i got weird looks from passers by. i was scared about where i was headed, 

but then....

i met a girl,  she was beautiful, she was understanding, she said she liked my arms, and my belly, but i fucked it up. i fucked it up good.

my thoughts changed after that, i felt different,  my mind was thinking a lot, baskety thoughts, unnecessary baskety thoughts.

again i was anxious, once more i was scared about where i was headed, 

things were moving fast, faster than before, i was losing, losing quickly, i was nearly nothing more than a basket...

i thought about her again, she was beautiful, she understood, she could have helped me, but anyway i had fucked it up , i tried to hold on, to that feeling she cast, but i fucked up so bad, i didnt want to let go, i never wanted to give in, i told myself to hold on, hold on with both hands to that feeling, don't let go, you fucked up though, you fucked it all up, i know, i know but... but i........ give in........give in.......

she slipped from my fingers and i was transformed