that moment in the night when you realize, slowly, that your sleeping aid can't overcome your brain this time.

and you work too early to drink it off.

i don't know why i do this, that is a good question.

if i can have everyone else appear, why not you?

so this is what the songs are about.

maybe it will take that place.

same density, changing shapes, similar tastes.

people are play-dough.

Oh! There it is. I was wondering where you were.

Daunting.

aaaaaaaaaand boom goes the dynamite.

So why aren't I more upset?

it's cool, I like failing.

I can't even take responsibility for it though, which isn't normally my reaction here.

But I also think it's probably all my fucking fault.

Mostly, everyone needs to shut the fuck up at this point.

too scared to say it.

but yeah, i know it won't last.

innninevitability. like an anemone.

why it's right.