Fingertips trembling, holding your breath. 141 unread messages. The water faucet left running. The same dream again. This is why you'll never be able to quit, why you're in it for good, why you'll keep coming back to me over and over again.
Now all of your thoughts are just fragments pieced together. Not even asking for clarity; all the things I've realigned. How could you understand it? Just staring with that blank face. Can't even see straight,