Middle of the night, darker than space. Eyes open, not sleeping, watching the illuminated shadows of passing car lights running across my ceiling. People rushing by. People speeding home.
I see too far. I think too much. I dream movies that I don't really want to see. But I do see them, again and again. This isn't the first time I've been too far away to catch eyes under a veil. This isn't the first time I've seen these lights rolling over.
The image burned, I can't help but see it again. I can't help but imagine the words, the look, and the answer. I don't even know if it's real, but there's a point in this darkness where it doesn't really matter. Because it's real enough. It makes sense enough. I can see it happening, because it's exactly what I would do.
Of course, he isn't me.
People drifting away..A thought, turning slowly like a diamond shimmering in a window.
I see too far. I think too much. I dream movies that I don't really want to see. But I do see them, again and again. This isn't the first time I've been too far away to catch eyes under a veil. This isn't the first time I've seen these lights rolling over.
The image burned, I can't help but see it again. I can't help but imagine the words, the look, and the answer. I don't even know if it's real, but there's a point in this darkness where it doesn't really matter. Because it's real enough. It makes sense enough. I can see it happening, because it's exactly what I would do.
Of course, he isn't me.
But then again, maybe that's the point.
[Listening to: Nothingface, "Blue Skin"]
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