A whole moment of pause for the question bringing cause to my heart to brake and my knees to flee. While on my face is no mistaking the cold grimace at my ennuí.

My soul is shaken and stomach weak but my head is hardened by that Luke warm stiff drink..

And I turn the key.

Resenting the plenty of time given to me.

Hating wanting anything for mine so to prove I don't need it I'll leave and I wouldn't be the least bit upset if this were to be my last..