no matter what all the nights start cold and end cold. a shiver travelling upwards from behind your knees to the crick crack spot at the base of your spine. that shutter, that closing of your eyes and hoping that nobody sees your teeth clattering between your lips. this night was extra cold. the summer can sometimes surprise you. the rain came down fresh and heavy. the streets smelling like an elementary school lavatory. all piss and wet.
its silent now even in the middle of the city. its past the middle of the night, its hardly night anymore if you want to deal in truths.
a collective refrain. i didn't think i'd know a time when none of us had anything to say. this was one of those times. trouble has a way of whitewashing you and tonight i was surrounded by breathing ghosts and one dead body. one of us was dead.
we were all so fucking tired and i don't know if anybody really knew what was happening. a drink had a way of multiplying into ten. half in the bag is only half of what we were. we deserved our collective punishment but everything at this coherency seems like an accident. this wasn't supposed to happen.
this really wasn't supposed to happen.
