(0158) invisible to myself

half dead with a mixture of ink and anxiety. the ground moving backwards as i stay in place. overwhelmed but nobody's home. i take it you left before i did. the best i can do is nothing and somehow that's good enough. fall asleep each night as if nothing happened while the girl with a swirl in her eye looks to the sky, and the boy wanders around. excitement stirs in another room, but it's just noise. just noise in the background... but at least this noise is real.