I am turning the lights off being the only part of the universe. He always says that i'm so bad while my head explodes in the rhythm of his favorite song.
We are almost dead because of our failed memories so I'm trying hard to recall all those things to my mind but i can't even move. "Yes" i am always answering and you don't even understand.
It perforates my lungs and breaks my bones in slow motion. I'm drifting to nowhere. Please, turn the lights on.