I'm dressed in maroon to stylize my idea of forgetting, committing to the act of not regretting. There are people I see daily, I don't speak with them, yet why don't I, why should I...

Thought not I think I'm on the brink of critical thinking

Faking a smile to calm the demons, reasons like this are why I must not cry..cry...I want to cry..but I need not, why?

Dye my eyes with illusions to makeshift motion into the rhythm, yes, I dance to the algorithm. Trapped on a train of thoughts..systems overloading.

Overloading shut down...error...restart

Viruses composing bitter tastes in my mouth,

Is there sincerity in this house. Our house...

America isn't home, it's house. I in this house am just a mouse.

Mouse.....

Desculpe, but I am losing my grips...I can't say that's true..

I cannot promise anything..anything...

What the hell am I even saying..