there are those moments when the tears blind … everything becomes a star and the universe hurts. there are those moments when breath will not come … the clouds freeze and die, and nothing moves from fear. i dreamt we were all laughing, arguing over who would make coffee. the smiles and rolling sounds were fields of daisies and dandelions. when I wake, those moments compress the story of life into a universe in pain that can not breathe.
screaming at low volumes
