falling asleep on hospital beds.

this isn't a sign of breaking down, just breaking out. falling in love with conscious sleep. face still spread across the pages. wasting ink on private lives. keeping fever with the rest of the world. crossing bodies like cars on the street. this first is only worthy of the last. breaking down the wall of insecurity. dark flames. young underneath the flesh. pull these feelings out of a hat and call it magic. inches away from a reopening, or just closed for renovation. never put this mind to rest.