when tom cruise cries it’s all a lie
i close my eyes. i like not what i see. still images of broken old street lights and rustic shophouses. quiet roads. bridge. noodles. calm seas. troubled waters.
but i can barely open my eyes. i am in pain. let me stay in bed. and then i wished for the world to drop in. i would serve them chang beer and other cheap liquor everyone could get wasted on my lil queen, absorbed in whatever troubles them.
and then there was one. as it has always been.
