On the fifth day of rain, just when I thought I lost my mind, I realized that it’s all always the same, but with a different time delay. There is a point in eclipse, but there’s no one preying on it; there’s no one hoping toward a dark point in a sky.
Have you ever done something insignificant that irrevocably changed your life? A moment of silence in a crowd, and if I stay I am a hypocrite; a sweet delay to realign, and if I stay I lose.
Past parts are simple, but present thoughts are skewing. Past parting is disjointed, with no future time for seaming.
I never take it far enough I never take it far enough I never take it too fucking far. I’m taken by a moment my hand gripped around a handle like a weapon. The sky is gray the air is wet and I see sickness on these faces as they look away from me.
There are too many incongruencies and to destroy just one would cause collapse. I would lose it all for one more day of sun.