All I hear is noise. It isn't noise that makes any sense;
there are no words, no distinguishable sounds to connect
to anything meaningful in my mind. When I close my eyes,
all I can see is the light that was trapped there – I try to
pretend this light is making pictures; a palm tree waving,
a knife cutting through the heart of my very soul,

and I don't want to tell you that I'm laying on the ground,
breathing steadily and trying to convince myself that I
am not dreaming. I don't want to even imagine the
repercussions of it. I just don't.