We see in this moment,
Spoken our ductaped fixes,
The trajectory of the bricks is straight for my heart.
Break apart the arts I've invented in my mind,
Of which you're the inspiration.
Perspiration running down my face,
As I realize my place in the world.
No space for a broken mind and shrunken heart.
Pull apart the synapses that hold me together,
It's as if,
Things almost got better...
We all coast to the end of our tracks,
Via the cracks in our walls.
Who falls through?
We never know.
It just goes to show,
The most we've ever known,
is never sleep alone.
~Robert van Lingen