[6/?] [x, x, x, x, x, x]

this was before qos but it’s been a while and it’s sitting in my drafts

just one word: chaolaena.

There were times, that I tried, 
one for every glass of water that I spilled,
next to the bed, 
wretching pennies in a boiling well –
In a dream that it once becomes 
A foundry of mute and heavy bells. 
They shake me deaf and dumb ,
say, “Someone made a fool of me 
‘fore I could show 'em how it’s done…" 

What have you been dreaming about?

I don’t know how to put it into words.

You should try.

Alright. It’s mostly from the cockpit, you know? From before. Things ‘click’ and line up for a really, really brief moment, everything’s clear and you feel really… small. But it’s good, I think. Really far away. Do you know what I mean?

I can’t say that I do.

…No, I guess not.