Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Twenty-Four
Of course, I am awake.
He says the birds keep flying into the door. What are they looking for? What do they see?
What did it all mean to me?
I look at the clock and wonder if I can stretch time.
I should go outside, but there are too many things calling to me here, inside.
He asks us if anyone ever gets that feeling. I know that feeling.
But where do I want to go?
Souvlaki.
“No. You just go to bed before everyone else.”
Different messengers but the same message.
