tried everything, little sacks of blood and fiber which he was not fond of. cradled restless blood clots from the back of his head as the white lights sped by. tried it all, spun forwards and back into a giving universe that shied away, curiously repelled by the gaze of his face. these things are mere matter now, echoes. i politely banish you from my dreams yet will always gaze upwards at the air that supports you.
