I’ve been opening new tabs but I have nowhere to go; yet, I have forty-something old tabs opened, I don’t look at them, but I don’t want to close them either. 

You’re in the classroom down the hall; you’re in the bedroom next door.

Sleep is the cousin of death.

I shouldn’t be confused.

I must not interpret.

Best November Fifth

We played to an unnaturally natural beat.

It just happened and nothing can stop it anymore. He fought it but he knows; I hope.