pecah.

5:58am.

I keep catching myself arguing with the being no longer there.

Haven't you heard, how we still debate the way we did a few months back.

My questions answered by all that were previously said, that I took so long to recall-

I always go back to where I begin; with you there is no ending.

I can never say anything when it comes to this

I've never been more of a dog-

These are figments of distorted memories;

I do not compare you but what difference does it make if I knew, when I'm still the one to feel all that I do.

It's blasting on full volume, erupting inside me- still I am incapable.

What use is what's on my mind,

what good does it do for you?

//

This is glass falling from the 35th floor-

this is light before sound

where I crashed before

you could 

hear me 

howl.

-riri-