piece of a pause

crying and talking and shouting and pausing and laugh, laugh, laughing and fuck you’s plus smiling and eyes of rage, no confusion, no just somber somber, no, dead tired, no, just dead. dead eyes then sparks, then fire, then a course long ago begun that can never be stopped. and a pause, a puff of a cigarette butt, a pause, and a sky, and it’s gone.

that’s the jist of it. that moment.

and you move into some new neighborhood with the same walls covering us up.