just the slight jingle of pocket change pulsing

[somethingbetter]

i have a ticket out of here for tomorrow.
i don't know why.
i think there was something... important.
my house is strange.
filled with places i don't remember.
and i am trying to stay calm under the pressure of confusion.
i am frantic.
packing?
packing.
i haven't even told my work i'm leaving.
i don't know what to tell them...

i didn't...say
the bathroom was flooding.
dark water running all down the hall.

three four five turns to the right, wonder what a mess.

i only try to fix things. but sometimes we are all too broken.