i sit awake listening to the lilting voice of someone squeezing out every last drop of authenticity from between their clenched fists.

there is something soothing in knowing that another is putting so much effort into what it is that you find relaxing.

their pain is your comfort, their work, your reward.

everything is so peaceful when no one is awake.


everything is so honest when i am not sleeping on my heart.

proposing something secret is very obviously selective.

now is the time to see who to trust.

be it people, be it feelings, be it song or sight or dance.

now, when the sun fades, now.