sounding like a cello

you said this isn't what you wanted so we walked into the theater and waited. i watched the people in the back row laughing. on the walls the paintings were scattered just so you always had to keep looking around. i saw everything had so little space to breathe. i am so dramatic some days. i am so dramatic most days.

i like to talk about the moon eclipsing and the paper hats that I made back when I was too small to reach the table without being lifted.

i am stuck inside of my own head and i don't know how i could feel before now when now seems like the only time to feel.