I wake up to something more....a pool of sweat and tears. The eyes still haunt me as they beat away at my heart. A stare as sharp as the glass from the crashed photographs and all its memories. Trying just gets me nothing anymore. I’m just a sad little fuck clinging to used-to-bes and memories of that night went wrong. It’s all so suddenly new as the routine has evolved into a grand scale of new events, shaped as bullets from the barrel of this tragic loss. I wanted to try but trying just get me nothing anymore.