[Beginnings]

How can people pretend to be normal with this weather? I never knew how young I was until the day I died. Then the end met up with me too soon. Unexpected it was, but only when you consider things from a linear perspective. Which is something I’ve always tried to avoid. Still, the window stains comfort. Always inhabiting that between place you never knew about. The star bleeds zero. Bleed through the ring of jesus like you used to know me. The reality is the fuse of the distant birthstar. I thought I could smell a pinetree as I drifted into the beyond. It turned out to be yellow (the most common word.) But then you didn’t know the rip in her jeans. I almost wrote up the starred premise. I saw the faze-out from the dream of maybe. The day fortified through snow, through sallow rain.