It's above one hundred Fahrenheit. I can't tell if it's day or if it's night. It's burning unbelievably bright. I'm blinded by these flashing lights. My lungs are failing from inhaling. All the charco
Early in the morning, before the sun could rise. Keeping to myself almost felt like a disguise. I couldn't be the one to tell you what was off that day. Opening my mouth is the most dangerous game. On