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