Pressure, pressure.
Pointless days...

I'm running from myself.
Not you, not no one else...

The soundtrack to
last summer...

So far away that I can feel
your breath upon my face...

My own shadows playing out
across pure skin...

Hey, girly girly.
Good luck to you...

She looks down at her arm.
Polka dotted...

Yes sir, I am foolish.
Foolish as the man who shovels his driveway while...

This existential
anxiety has got...

He's thin, but not terribly so.
His elbows form sharp angles...

A small, little girl held her daddy's strong hand,
As they watched the parade and they waved to the...

Miss this flutter step,
and your heart...