Thereís that brief moment in which the whole goddamn world becomes clearer, more rigid, and stands completely still. Breathing becomes slowers, eyes can shut easily, and smells are pressed into each other. The softer our voices the more we can sleep. Time can only slip through our guesses and the weather. Its too cloudy out there, so save yourself from the streets and your friends. You are so lovely. So lovely. So lovely. With eyes half open and knees facing the ceiling. The fan is spinning, the windows are open, and the cardboard pictures of yourself stick to the walls with your sweat. A disregard to people and places can only make you sketch out the irrelevant life youíve led. Crying quietly on your bed with umbrellas and cds at your side. And so they came to you. With light gestures and letters in the other hand. You've got to start drinking more water, breathing less empty space and fall asleep on the highwy. The lamps are dim, the rain is quiet and the room isnít even there.