Thoughts come hacking in night plagues. It's 2am and there will never be enough. Bodies choke the sea and night sky bulges at its seams, flush with prayers and grief. Energy is finite, children are missing, I need to sleep. There is another day on the horizon, I need to sleep. A friend begins to lose their grip as another message goes unread. Lights are left on
and moths are burning in their thousands. I am sorry for everything.
A rollercoaster of rage-crying emotion sure to send you over the edge if you're not careful. Gotta love Old Gray and all the emo ragers they write for us. Mikey