and the goodnight song, she never stopped singing, danced from her lips, down the dark grey street

For the paddle hanging in the courtyard, for the first glance of the graphic novel, for the incomplete machinery that needs design, for the virus that won't waste my laptop, for the senseless thing to say and make them laugh, for the long island iced tea i won't have, for the reason i've mold two halves into one...i will be out of reach and isolated.