+ that’away.

Three days, and a constant rain, a coastle burden. Now that I’m ahead, I can’t also be the teller of feeling, and really, can’t be an unspectacular mouthful. I hush because, and hours are consumed with time, are hours invested in the silent, the unsaying try to get along with myself then you first. It’s not negotiable. My unconvincing magnitude is not and worse, an alarming quiet expanding across white, eyes and this happens with us or to you only.