There is fine cotton lining inside of my eyes, and a heavy cat sits on my shoulders. My tongue’s being held by a furriest of paws and my face must be glowing like amber. There is led on my chest and some stones on my feet, and my arms have been filled up with water. My glass is now emptiest up to the rim and I’ll sit here for just a short minute or two and imagine the flow of the emptiness to just another one filled up with order.
So, so, so incredibly tired.