Messy, chaotic jazz plays softly in the foreground, as she burns into the sofa. The TV blinks with vague, flashes of interest, as I look around, to find only ghosts.
There is a girl that invades my dreams.
I know not who she is...
She is only a concept.
A feeling, as if walking into a cold room; stumbling in the dark... Like watching the last day of summer pass by into autumn.
Like losing your mind...