bumping: "god of wine" by third eye blind

"where should i go?" is a question i do not ask but act blindly upon. times are surprisingly not too stressful, despite all the obligations and promises. my days are dreams, dusty, and deep. when you don't sleep times are blurs marked by showers and the change of clothes. sometimes when i'm not so happy, i get sappy.

"faint"

is that your faint face that i face?
a fleeting glimpse i grasp
like a boy for the stars
in shades of an eclipse

is that your fading face
that follows me from place to place?
when i try to run
i run into you
and i don't
want to escape