obscure is the middle name of a guy i knew some time ago...
hair clenched in white knuckles holds firm tonight as a sheet of red light bleeds upon the floor of my room, as eyes searching old rooms for new things to stare at. Ankles embrace one another seeking comfort in warmth but cold hearts keep me up. Kept up late i play out scenarios in my head with better endings finally convince me settling for a what if just for tonight. when i watch blue screens and minutes add one by one i cannot help but think this has to be for the best but as the time goes i am stretched more.