I stepped inside of you
To see myself
Instead, you may have 
Poured over my body

angles and shadows
orbs and blurs

Alone in the corner
Of your stoic apartment
Lost at the airport
Locked out

a paper on the ins and outs

<span><p>writing. is it sane?</p><p>is it good?</p><br /><p>putting something down</p><br /><p>picking up</p><p>where we left off</p><br /><p>a million ways to see it</p><br /><p>now, moving less, less</p><p>time</p><br /><p>now</p><p>returning</p></span>