Because things happen at night. I was mesmerized by the shadows along the ceiling. Her house was nice, her room was quiet and familiar. It seemed familiar to me. We did familiar things that send these signals, that make me collide into feelings again. It never leaves. It never fades and it never shouts. It's patient and I can't afford to be so anymore. I can't claim to be stable and sane when what I do and let be done to be is so insane. Its letting them commit the suicide for me. Its weak and tender. Its letting the cars crush me. A mix of sad songs played in the background and everytime another track played I grew a little softer and a little happier. Happy/sad. Quiet/loud. Nice/cruel. I simply amaze myself. Currently me: radioactive. I lose a lot of good ideas, what a waste. It makes even me mad.