Axis Maps
there was so much that seemed to happen inbetween words. remembering a lot of things that never made perfect sense. always wanting to communicate how things have changed and grown, how things have remained the same. the fine lines of that type of communication. the way words never really work, or just get weird looks when they're brave enough to try. and he keeps saying "and i'm not happy and i'm not sad". it seems simple enough. things aren't always on or off, someone could feel inbetween the extremes of happiness and sadness, it happens all the time. but right before it, there's the super melodramatic part about how the night has opened his eyes, and he will never sleep again. ha. oh man. that shit was so funny. always the extremist, always getting hit by a car or getting flailed or brutalized or selling everything he owned, or going somewhere just to die, or knowing he was going to die if he so much as tried to explain what was going on in his head.
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