The planks above our heads have lights on them.Three on each limb, shining a sense of purity onto the bodies below them.
I can't distinguish the difference from my worries and my hears.
These lights are shining on us, and as every mouth spits out stories untold and memories that lay for so long at the bottom of their stomachs, i sit and wonder why those lights are so damn bright.
in my head, these lights, they shine.
And in my heart, I am afraid of my worries.
