I don't know why,
Stars are lonely rangers in the night sky.
They've been plaguing me for weeks, you know. I stopped talking a while ago because "letting it all out", as you so piously professed, didn't do a goddamn thing. And you know as well as I do I lied to them. You should hear what they say... really.
It's slipping out of my control, see. I thought I was in the driver seat. Now I'm just in for the ride as they coast me through azure plains, down, down, down into the basement. Swinging by the neck.
I think I'll be OK.
No. Maybe not.
You should see the way I taste - stormy bleached out wet spit.