When silence is desired, the horrible, arhythmic clicking becomes loud and congests the passageways of the ears (click click CLACK click CLACK cli CLACK CLACK click click...) like that but with no pattern or tempo whatsoever, like audible heart palpitations, irregular waves of blood flow and we all die of a lack of blood to the head. Tired when awake is required, the comforting sounds of the music replaced by the horror of the dark morning and a head full of foggy mush, a cold countenance, a warm glance, red lipstick smile, clear to grasp, hands held in secret, while supplies last, hand drawn images of our demise with fires and stares across liquefied glaciers...
The dreams were of terrible social situations. Guilt and remorse, an out of body experience that leads to the systemic destruction of all relationships I have in place now. All relationship.
The gulf, the rooster, crusted eyes and the teasing promise of a young woman to love on her birthday.
