@graveyardgurrrl liked for a starter.
he trembles with the weight of the past night's transgressions, eyes fogged, unfocused. he's trying to lose himself in the city, but the city keeps shining spotlights on him, and he's afraid of what everyone else sees. no one's looking for him. everyone's looking for him. he can't think straight with all that PRESSURE. he feels the bruises begin to form along his ribs, a brush on a canvas, and he squirms a bit harder. as if he can truly JUMP right out of his skin. at least, for a moment, the world stands still so that he can make something out. directions. his dad used to hate to ask for directions. cal wonders if he still does. " excuse me? do you know... well, where the fuck i am? because that would make one of us, and one is better than none, right? "
