❝ rows of houses sound asleep, only s t r e e t lights notice me. i am desperate if nothing else in a holding pattern to find m y s e l f. i talk in circles, i watch for signals for a clue. how to feel different? how to feel new? like s c i e n c e fiction bending truth, no one can u n r i n g this bell. u n s o u n d this alarm, unbreak my heart new. god knows, i am d i s s o n a n c e. waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune, i’ll go a n y w h e r e you want. ❞