7:40 PM
I walk the boulevard.
Accompanied by
Every footstep.
Looking
For every friendship's
Chalk outline. I have the Christ's right hand,
And water.

7:46 PM
The body doesn't move.

8:11 PM
Outside, I saw red-n-blues, still,
The night was beautiful, nostalgic,
Sonderous.

I cast another magic spell.
It's not about whether or not
You could revive dead things;
It's about whether or not
They were dead
All along.

Your heart wells for a reason:
Is it water or the penny
That makes a wish come true?

8:17 PM
I've begun to quit.
When you fall to your death,
You embrace acceptance,
Your last choice. But, for some reason,
I'm waiting for feathery wings,
And that has made my descent
Hang around my neck
A thousand feet above mountains.

8:24 PM 8:25 PM Have you ever felt before? 8:26 PM I guess, supposed to. 8:27 PM Then why do you wait here, when there can be so much for you? 8:30 PM Because I don't like you. 8:30 PM And that makes sense how? 8:30 PM Because it just doesn't, like you.

It's 8:40 PM. Now it's not
And I'm still alone. Time
Fakes progress: it's a waste.
A digit changes itself,
But nothing happens.

It was 8:43 PM an uncounted amount of times before,
And it is everywhere, because now exists everywhere,
But this present moment - this shard of time
Passing through me - this thing is killing me
Slow.

9:00 PM
My blood is brown,
Still, my nails grow,
Still, I flex,
Still, I am.

9:31 PM never ends.