“ I seen a dead, dead pony running through my dream. I seen the water, catching up with it. I got this cold, cold feeling like I wont forget and I need to make it stop, I need to make it stop. And you, you’re sitting on the bathroom floor drawing pictures, making sure it doesn’t even show. But your mother’s calling on the phone again what you going to say now that it got so late? One day you will wake up and everything that you thought you would be will be standing there staring right back at you. And I guess I should have said so but I swear I didn’t even know how to feel about it when it walked right out on you. And there’s a nervous calling running through the walls and it’s getting louder now, it’s begging you to please. You know that slow thing humming at the other side of skin, it’s what you listen to when you run out of you. So I hope, I hope you really get it now ‘cause there’s a reason why you keep on running out of time. And I just seen it crawling under your skin and it’s making everything feel like it just shouldn’t feel. ”
Nico Stai
