11:28

The light from the moon shine through the windows painting a runway of yellow on the wall like the voices in my heart begging you to come back home. When people break like glass and the shards you tread on don’t leave a mark, indicating that drunken brawls bring out what you thought was the best that I couldn’t bear and the sirens are calling again as your feet mimic the speed of a racing car speeding on the road going to nowhere and yet I feel safe and comforted in your presence just like how a leaves on a tree in the strong wind shake and shudder and know that they are dangling by a thread. Looking into your eyes is as if staring down a microscope and wondering how such a specimen came to exist, playing games with never ending processes, writing stories that never end because it’s been made true by your existence, that stories with happy endings are ones that haven’t ended yet but I’m tired and I don’t want to play anymore it’s time for Wendy to leave Neverland and grow up but Peter you never will.