this room smells like rotten food and cat piss.
i dont have a cat.

ive been having some strange thoughts recently.
tiny storms of my own design brewing within.

i saw a flicker of achievement...or was it victory...?
something i cant quite place, but definitely on a level of deep satisfaction.
it struck me as odd.
i cant shake it out of my mind.
today i woke up with a sick feeling.
it wasnt just last nights booze.
it was deeper.
more disturbing than a hangover.
darker.

hand me the thread            and heat the needle.
i must sew shut these wicked lips.
damn my cursed tongue.
condemn it to silence for its treason.

we shuffle down this spiral
silently
slowly
surely
up to the top and back down again
raacing
racing
if we could only stop in the middle and stand together.