the clouds looked like the ocean. waves and waves and waves.
and ever since the dishwasher broke, i've been happier.
or maybe it's because my sister is home.

one of the two.

i just stand in place. the world moves around me. and i get to watch.
the hall forever with lights forever, empty.
full full full. very full.
because that's how it was meant to be.
the tile, it makes waves underneath me, swirls, i feel it push me up, i push back a little. i will ride the tide. i will be a seafarer of concrete. i will.
points of light in my vision. like looking at the stars when you look at everything. its beautiful. its beautiful. its frightening.

oh my head.

it could've been seconds.
it could've been years.

sticks and stones may break my bones,
but you will be the death of me.


i'm not the truth.
no.
no.
no.

oh. boy.

i would like to leave this place. i would like to say goodbye to everything. i would like to live two weeks from where i am. because i expect everything and i expect nothing. you cannot surprise me. you cannot phase me anymore. the earth will open and swallow me up and i will fall, but the morning always comes. always. always. always.

thousands and thousands and thousands.

things:

1) ceilings
2) cassette tapes
3) wind
4) sore throats
5) catholicism

six thousand three hundred forty three and up.