Past the burning day,
at bedtime when I shrug off sleep,
when I've got school the next morning, and I shouldn't be here,
I sit down and press play, and the noise starts, and the colors fly up around me, and cities erect and destroy themselves as the songs start and end.
I fall in.
I fall in deep.
I walled myself in with paper three days ago. I used my old fashioned-blow torch to melt the door of my office shut, and pressed my desk and my chair up against it.
I started getting folded-up sheets of blank loose-leaf paper from a girl in my algebra class six years ago. I still remember the first one I got in Junior year.
, and then the astronomer looked up at the stars and forgot everything.
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