knife under the pillow perspective...
In the darkness silence slowly plagues me to think: is there anywhere to run to? Is it time to go? This hemp around my wrist, a friend once gave to me. Now he lives in the country of Quebec. Montreal they call it. Easy liquor and cigarette smoke, I'm sure, surrounds us both. Still the candles burn softly, slowly and smoothly. Simple re-location; a new here for now. Silk foxes and drum machines hunt and flow on the river of Noise. Flick the metaphors aside just for a minute or two: I've got more to prove than I could ever show you. So show your worst glares and negativity. I'll take it all and breathe it in and exhale solutions.