I spend time behind my eyelids dreaming in sequence, just enough to remember the downfall but never the rest. I like to make my presence felt in an empty room. I drink to feel alone so I can create something to wake up to. Tragedy soaked notebooks by the boxes. We're all just throwing fingertips against the keys and closing our eyes.I've become addicted to the way words look when they sit next to each other and I go after events that will give me words to mix in. I wander off just to make a moment, but we all know that you can't force those kinds of things.
Tonight, trains derailed through my fingertips, crashed into my wrists and rolled straight out of bed into this journal.
FishermanOfHearts
