illegal_whispers
squint
i
can
hear
through
doors
the
whispers
are
illegal
the
pills
shake
into
his
hand
lying
flat
on
the
expression
"
palm
"
I
have
shut
the
doors
to
keep
the
waking
reality
away
and
in
between
in
our
living
room
i
am
molding
my
own
perception
a
constant
awareness
growing
vague
and
dull
at
its
edges
rough
torn
parchment
of
my
reality
.
they
trade
medicine
or
thats
what
it
really
is
money
and
drugs
...
to
support
ourselves
on
this
delicate
membrane
we
scatter
footsteps
upon
.
our
lives
are
a
lot
like
today
where
we
have
to
become
other
chemicals
to
feel
balanced
on
our
constant
tight
rope
life
.
020724
...
phil
today
020729
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from