I went down on my knee and there other reflecting positions.
There was nothing for me in there shop of medications.
I came up with my own anesthetics. I see my progress every time the clock ticks. This is not home. She is home. I'm so alone. The doors and windows are closing in. The roof just keeps sinking. She is where she is. I am where I am crying about this. My tears dry by sunrise and it still feels like yesterday. She is beside the voice in my mind. There's no hate or humor all day.
