No sleep and too much of everything else.
I can almost smell the fury, sizzling and cracking in the air like heat lightning.
I wonder what judgement will come rushing down.
We were only children then, and now, we’ll probably always remember now.
I want some silence, I want some thick, smoky night and a piece of the moon stuck in my teeth. I have got to taste it.
But lies are thick on the ground.