Stream of Consciousness

Tegan and Sara are singing "Nineteen." Hit Replay. Have you ever seen a photograph of someone you miss and thought they were looking straight at you? It's like suffocating. I've mulled these memories over until they are cemented in my brain, all the while forgetting the ones that really matter. I don't want to forget. I want it to be summer again. I need sunlight. Sixteen down, one last chapter to go. Will anything come of my effort? I feel torn between hope and despair. There's an unfinished painting sitting next to the fireplace, waiting. I can't get the faces right. Who are they supposed to be? I need to get out of here; the walls are closing in.