helpfull tierd adhesive something that binds us through that sheet of paper slowly rubbed raw through the night and a dream that keeps ticking in our heads the time that it takes to wake up the seconds of pain and loss through the night thoughs thick things and bubbles in the air the loop de' loop and backwards on the bed and slid down to the floor the flowers start to grow all around sprung up to the carpet and wrapped around the necks slowly turned around and pulled in to the ground and consiousness fades and awake in the bathroom a deep breath the slow return of color the urge to write the walls red and get the floor wet it jsut proves the sunrise outside was ment to wake us up again