wide eyed. knee deep in surprise. just below your thighs the temperature drops 5 degrees. your
stand-by flight has just arrived. tongue-tied, bleeding from your eyes. even Christ himself would
cringe at the sight of your scars. while you're counting sheep, i'll count my lucky stars. you
were the last good thing i ever saw. i lost it all. i lost it all. burned out on 2 hours of
shut-eye. eyes glazed at the thought of the next 8 hours. headwind, cold rain to wake me. you
were the last good thing i ever saw.
Vova
