Darkness, Aevitas

Be good news, be good news! Repeat it! You peel the glue, reading it, you divide in two.

The company pushed through, but you did not. Freshly cooked food, on a table left to rot. Nobody wanted to see you move on from it, they wanted to see you fight, from afar.

Every full moon hits different, it's a bit more lonely and blue. I'm sorry I lied to you but when I sat at the table I felt divided, realizing nobody liked you and they wished you were dead.

So I just tried to book two tickets, but I still have one in the end.