The stage is set. the lightings are bright. and the story goes reaches the sweet chapters and everything you'll hope for the play to stop here and the cast to stop acting.. the masks to peel, the scene to pause and the audience in standing ovation as the curtains close.
and I keep thinking about what happened, and as I flag for the ride home under the moon and the tracks I cant distinctively hear which is which, my heart or the rumbles of the train as it passes overhead..

I guess someone switched to sepia and you're the only one in colour. nothing else matters as much anymore :)



Im excited.