not stop the counting. I’m afraid to t imagine anything. last time I mortally wounded when he broke an illusion.
shards always without luck.

count to infinity. Now instead of infinity is empty. throw up and time passes more easily. wards are covered by fog. I leave wet marks on the green linoleum. are only 5 fingers that feel cold.
one foot. 

once sang in the corridor. a plaster on my mouth but I sing all night of anything.
my body was given a musical instrument with pain.

luck with this sadness. is new and has nothing hard in it. can one go anywhere with me. e. nobody asks me what I never knew too well what to answer.