This morning when I awoke from the cushioned coils. Eyes pouring their little hearts, it didn't feel normal. Waking here religiously. Thinking the same black thoughts.
Overheard your converstaoin. Tonight I'm not satisfied. Sitting here I realize. That I always think I'm right. . So it's over for all of you. So it's over for all of you.
Covered from head to toe in lighting. It's constantly changing when I'm around. Days left before this is over and over and over. And done with. . The sheets keep whispering, "Will you make it through this day?".