Passing time, lighting fires

Dreaming of being a hero

Parasites with warm, wet holes

We co-exist, squirm so close

An open exchange of vapor

Stuck on the window sill, immobile

Sometimes when I walk through large crowds I feel like I'm being dragged across fly tape, can't hide my disgust

I don't know what it all means

I'm sitting alone eating paper

Watching the walls breath, trying to feel familiar

I've run out of memories

I've run out of songs from my youth to listen to