I slept four hours, so maybe I’m in sleep deprived psychosis, but I waited, inviting sunlight into my empty bed, held by the morning, holding it together, long enough to fall apart, as the moon falls away.

Thirty five minutes, since I went mad, again, isolated, by government order, and by circumstance. Oh, God, I tried not to let loneliness fall in love with me, but she sits at my front door, locked out, but still sneaking in. She never brings flowers, just reminders, of all the promises I believed, and all…