minutes seem like seconds. and the seconds seem like days. that doesn't make sense. put down the phone. be sure you hang up first. that doesn't make sense.
just a simple change of scenery. from 360 degrees. maybe it's all we need. 6, 5, 4, 3. welcome to the last minute. and we've spent it on a sound byte.
either side of a thin blue line. is a collection of satellites. singing circles. singing words that don't mean anything. but they keep me in orbit. and they keep me sure.