There is a well, your body is in it. I haven't begun to crawl down yet. Clear skies. Buzzing. You can hear the buzzing from the bottom, power lines, it sounds like your own voice, multiplied. I know our true self, I found her in you, I lean over the well and I can smell algae even though it's dry as bone up here. Three more years have passed and you can't wait any longer.

Look for me under the carpet when you wake up, I left you a message