Hour By Hour, Day By Day, Life

As I Lay On My Back In Bed Staring Up At The Blank, White Ceiling The Stillness Seemed To Grow Bigger And Bigger Until I Felt My Eardrums Would Burst With It.

The Sky Leans On Me, Me, The One Upright Among All Horizontals.

If I Was Going To Fall, I Would Hang On To My Small Comforts, At Least, For As Long As I Possibly Could.

There Is A Certain Unique And Strange Delight About Walking Down An Empty Street Alone.

See, The Darkness Is Leaking From The Cracks. I Cannot Contain It. I Cannot Contain My Life.