i was in the middle of screaming at my imaginary self on the tv screen in an imaginary reality show of not-so reality show when the sun went up, up, up, shone through the window glass and scorching my skin until it melted on the leather couch on the living room, leaving it all sweaty and slick but my mind was too slow and then i was already slipping before long. spent 15 minutes falling cause i had swallowed the script and i forgot the lines with my tongue that was too numb and my eyes that were too dry —
— consternation spilled from their eyes to the floor and i lapped it all up until i crashed from this lemon soda high and the ringing metal of my bones echoed through the room and cut! —
— the sun finally goes down.
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Under the Sun
Poesiedo not cry when things do not make sense 'cause your hair will turn to gray (and it won't be glistening silver strands like daenerys targaryen's in your tv screen).
