Day twenty two.

Don't get any big ideas they're not gonna happen. You paint yourself white and fill up with noise but there'll be something missing. Now that you've found it, it's gone. Now that you feel it, you don't. You've gone off the rails.

Day fourteen.

And I can't face the evening straight, you can offer me escape. Houses move and houses speak, if you take me then you'll get relief.

Day one.

the troubled words of a troubled mind I try to understand what is eating you.

I try to stay awake but it's fifty eight hours since that I last slept with you.
What are we coming to? I just don't know anymore.