I strained to hear the music of the slow moving fan. Others may have slipped away quietly, but I returned. Under symphony of colliding...

I wonder why you never think I notice when you hold your breath? I can see the anger flicker across as it ruffles your face like wind...

Fingers rested so carelessly on my hand, yet I feel the quaking contemplation. Your eyes are ticking. Your mind is malfunctioning. I...