ʞɔıu

a few second hands on the clock and a change in pronunciation, we might be standing in different places, looking through brighter irises, but you and me and these shadows are exactly right here, past and future tenses of the same dull thud that we felt on the backs of our hands, reminiscent of the day we bet it all on that faithful four, like the gutters of that fateful court, we'll run right through, we'll run right through until the night's got nothing left for us.