if tomorrow you ask how i am,
i'm not sure how i'll respond...

Could it ever be safe
to be with them...

I have homeless knots
hanging in my closet...

I never remember the nights
being this unbearably long...

I'll be here,
whatever "here" means...

Am I sick of life
or sick of myself...

drifting
with no destination in mind...

and it all comes back
when red and blue flash...

I have accepted you,
not as an inglorious extension...

Just shy of
two weeks...

Wish you could be a plot point I
dreamed up - created for the...

I don't know when I started to
hunch over, but now it's all I do...