I always feel like a junkie,
hyped and crazed, unknowing and lost.
My own perception crashing and wavering.
Night's come up, too, in the time-span.
It was there, waiting.
Dark and darker, but I was happy, or content.
Or simply distracted.

Sometime ago, I gave up trying not to cry,
screen lights on my face,
and I think, now, I don't wish to hold such back.
Screen, screen, wonder how they joke, on the sidelines,
camera angles and lines and I'm crying here.
Just in the dark, where the night's come up.

Everything is in lines, shadow and light,
covered eyes and everything,
everything.

It just... falls apart for them.
All, down and then,
while the end is reached. While.
While there, at the moments of closing,
there is a truth, a reality gained.

Whatever their course is,
and for some it does get better,
still.


And, I feel like a junkie, hyped on light.
Notwithstanding features of reality,
escaping touch of hands on door frames,
find the room without sight.

I lost somewhere.
Somewhere when the film was playing.
Up and away,
just robbed and robbed through my veins.

I feel like a junkie,
hyped and crazed after the sound dies away.
I forget, there's an edge,
and I forget.
Forget.

Watch it again, sad an all. Sand and glass. Time.
Heaven. Earth. Hell.

For an ending. For.
Light, just light again. Hyped.
And I feel.