damnit ali... start making sense or get some sleep

whatever the noise in between the batting of eyelids chooses to be when the mirror cracks and you're left aching for a truth to hold on to.

the tv is on

...and then you hear the familar voice but you can't place the face. watching from the kitchen through the door crack time after time you can never stop just for a minute and when things get good you shy away, too much excitement for one day could start the whole week off bad.