i wrote this with (as mike payne put it) a different perspective
the scene: (mon 2 fifty eight am)
music is my song for friends. looped.
me standing in my kitchen. looking at my reflection in the microwave. my face comes into and out of focus. saying: you know what's in there. (pause) and you know what's out there: a point out the open window. gaze redirected back at you/me. now you know what to do. (almost in tears now, with the beginning of it)
music is my song for friends. looped.
me standing in my kitchen. looking at my reflection in the microwave. my face comes into and out of focus. saying: you know what's in there. (pause) and you know what's out there: a point out the open window. gaze redirected back at you/me. now you know what to do. (almost in tears now, with the beginning of it)