i came for visit...you were out...

this is all happening at once

rushing by in a second, fading out again

all so incredibly slow

i pretend im ok

i assume position and go out (closing the door behind me)

im not sleeping because im not tired

tearing my hair out

watching telly

im heading out

saturday night

all too fast, too much at once

in the mirror, an unfamiliar look

burn the witch staring back at me

no time for your agendas

no more rejections, no more regrets

the rest is silence