"your eyes flicker open; spheres of dew running down pink hills, roaming across the cliff of your nose, dribbling onto the layer of soft beneath- the sun beats you like a club. reminiscent clouds of him broken by lightning bolts of her. your body fills with the liquid lead of regret, stoned to your pillow; the sun becomes stronger, blinding you through your crystal tears. alone you lay- a piece of wood drifting through an ocean of solemnity."
