When I wake,
The grainy static that sits overtop my thoughts delays momentarily
Blinking the sleep out, I struggle to contemplate over the scenes that played out in the night before they leave me completely,
Failed, so I get ready and walk out,
Hands in my pockets the grain seeps back in,
Nodding back and forth as the sleep tries to overtake, a flash breaks through, the world as if looking thr...
