- Your ghosts keep trying to lift you, but their arms pass right through, and you still clutch the ground, just in case. #
- Why are we strangers now? How are we in seperate beds?, when we had the same dreams painted in our heads. #
- Midnight. I know what happens now. It’s an older story than you or me. Whirling dervishes, thunder, truth. #
- Finally the twilight came. No need for forced laughter, lies, fear. It was nothing, tomorrow will bring something real. Sleep, and then see. #
