Death is heavy on my mind! I’ll put my love here. A machine following trajectory, like sun beams through a whiskey glass, or a window pane. I need this so I can survive. It's sundown again. I'm anxious about what the morning will bring. My dreams are plagued with the future. I can't believe I haven't realized it until now, but I have to start writing them down. For proof. Evidence. There's my reasoning- this is not just to ease the boredom. More like, a needle to the numbness. I gotta feel something real again.