There's a passage right in front of me. It's clear and it burns the throat. I'm simple in my game of running back and forth starting arrangements. But it's all magnified because I blink too much. And I think I'm gonna stop this flight. When I wake up and glance over at the clock no one can read. Except me. Magic shoes. Fighting words. Tears but do they mean anything. Doesn't matter. Instant chaotic.
