What is being awake if not interpreting our dreams, or dreaming if not interpreting our wake?
To feel alone is to be alone.
What were we spending so much time doing if not getting to know each other?
...people with nothing to declare carry the most.
I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.
Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled. Each second was two hundred yards, to be walked, crawled. You couldn't see the next hour, it was so far in the distance. Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.