Mogwai - Cody
As I sit on the edge of my bed and wipe the crust from my eyes I notice marks on my wall.
"Broken tide desert cracked time lapse minimal drop."
I look for a glass of water on my nightstand and settle for a half cigarette sitting in a sombrero ashtray that I have never seen before.
The wall's story goes on...
"Same drop went ever still breathless bound.
Reverence found in silence."
I light my breakfast and watch my fingers run like ivy over the graffiti eating my bedroom wall - it's mascara.
What do these walls know that I don't?
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