chalkdust_emporium skinny nearly sleepwalking, looking at my hands, pale but laced with creases and shadows on the roof i've never done this before, observed the stars like this. they do this every night? shine like this? i have seen them before but it was always a casual meeting between us. like when my i see my mom pack my younger brother's lunch bag. it is the brown recycled kind that smells like recess. does she know that lunchtime is the loneliest part of the day for him? she does not know that he barely eats them anymore, an when he does he doesn't look up, he ravages his food with no other thought in his mind than completing this meal, and leaving this place. this is why people sleep. indoor_cats frank 050118 ... mourninglight the dust is falling.. but the shapes it reveals are more unsettling whilst covered in a blanket of gray. your truth is one that I probably couldn't live with if I took the time to think it out again. but I miss and I yearn and I dream and though I will never admit I love 050118 what's it to you? who go blather from