Now and again it seems worse than it is but mostly the view is accurate. You see your breath in the air as you climb up the stairs to that coffin you call your apartment. And you sink in your chair brush the snow from your hair and drink the cold away. You're not really sure what you're doing this for but you need something to fill up the days a few more hours.

There's a dream in my brain that just won’t go away it has been stuck there since it came a few nights ago. I’m standing on a bridge in the town where I lived as a kid with my mom and my brothers. And then the bridge disappears and I’m standing on air with nothing holding me and I hang like a star fucking glow in the dark for all those starving eyes to see like the ones we’ve wished on

But now I’m confused. Is this death really you? Do these dreams have any meaning? No, no, I think it's more like a ghost that's been following us both. Something vague that we're not seeing. Something more like a feeling.

Bright Eyes, Something Vague

Art by Gus Fink