The Sky Slowly Pulled Up Its Blue

I Ran Rather Than Walked, Anxious To Lose My Way. All I Wanted Was To Be Unsure.

The Images Of His Infinite Pasts And Infinite Futures Washed Over Him As He Waited, Paralyzed, In The Present.

I Wanted To Cry But I Didn't, I Probably Should Have Cried, I Should Have Drowned Us There In The Room Ending Our Suffering.

It’s Much Easier To Be Cruel Than One Might Think.

Memory Was Supposed To Fill The Time, But It Made Time A Hole To Be Filled.