“Idleness … does not consist in doing nothing, but in doing a great deal not recognized in the dogmatic formularies of the ruling class.”

Trust is set on precedent—why should it be I who bleeds?
Life was taking way too long…who had breath to waste?
Everything is never quite enough.

How you always talk of catching me, but never open up your hands.
I’m not listening for the right words anymore.
..like the blue sky, right before the rain comes crashing through…