And It Feels Strange, Almost Sad, To

My Breathing Begins To Slow. The Tension In My Muscles Starts To Relax. Then, A Click In The Headphones. A Slow Breath Of Air. I Open My Eyes To Bright Moonlight. And Hannah, With Warmth. Thank You.

And At Some Point, The Struggle Becomes Too Much-too Tiring-and You Consider Letting Go. Allowing Tragedy... Or Whatever... To Happen.

We All Know The Sound A Camera Makes When It Snaps A Picture. Even Some Of The Digitals Do It For Nostalgia’s Sake.

I Hate Not Knowing What To Believe Anymore. I Hate Not Knowing What's Real.

There Are Also The People Too Bizarre To Ignore, Like Kyle Simpson. Future Male Stripper.