They blast so loud, so clear those mumbled soliloquies, spoken to mirrors and walls, nothing to do with madness just painless and convenient company. And so much time left, so im constantly told. How different and calm now, No tags thrown on walls, no pills down my sock, no avoiding Debt, no all night laughs and cries. Just this blurred clarity, and the sound of distant voices that linger now as whispers, and contentment, with a sliver of pride. Jon Butcher
