nefola

today i walked past someone. outside of the symbol on their shirt they don't seem like anyone. but i know they are important, thats just something i know.

its night. i can't rest. cant get my mind off them. its monday afternoon and i cant get my mind off them

i go for a walk

streetlamps hum, the occasional car rumbles by. my head has cleared

i sit at a tree, the road right ahead of me. all of the lights blare. i cant see past them. its night and i am blinded by a thousand facsimiles of the sun. i don't even know where i passed them. every light burns brighter, burns louder. then its quiet

engraves in the stars, a way to meet them

i invited them to my house

no, come here

we sit a seat away on the couch and pour our hearts out. that seat is a formality. we already knew what was inside all 12 of our chambers.

step step step step

we arrive at the house. i hand the lady at the table 15 dollars. i have been here later.

we roam a land of pipes and sound. a display of lights and clockwork you do not get to see. i will again. takes you a little longer you tell me

its dark. the two of us are doused, my companion is fine but not for lack of being in the same conditions. each of us walks past another, less significant but still meaningful the lady in the car hands me a roll of tape. we get into the bathtub together

we step into a room with my companion. its a night like any other. walls welcoming, floor tolerating. its a night we can not forget. “It’s Vriska, motherfucker”

there were more chambers.

there are always more chambers

i walk up the stairs one final time

we sit and cry. paths cross cross lips taste coffee cross paths

i dared to have it be different