Bones
Five
Nick sees tracers behind his eyelids. All squiggly and squagly like, disappearing mere moments later. He knows staring at the sun kills brain cells or something like that.
This makes him sneeze. (Which gives him that feeling, similar to an orgasm but better. Er, something like that.)
Jamie sees sheep, but he’s running out quickly. There’s just not enough anymore. Too tired to sleep, too stupid to think. This is a number game, and it’s one Jamie is losing. Everything is about numbers, about double digits and triple digits and the difference between them. (In Jamie’s mind intake is the same as weight and this is not acceptable.)
Nick is killing his retinas, and Jamie is killing himself.
Oh, a mind is such a horrid thing to loose. But as they say, birds of a feather die together.
This makes him sneeze. (Which gives him that feeling, similar to an orgasm but better. Er, something like that.)
Jamie sees sheep, but he’s running out quickly. There’s just not enough anymore. Too tired to sleep, too stupid to think. This is a number game, and it’s one Jamie is losing. Everything is about numbers, about double digits and triple digits and the difference between them. (In Jamie’s mind intake is the same as weight and this is not acceptable.)
Nick is killing his retinas, and Jamie is killing himself.
Oh, a mind is such a horrid thing to loose. But as they say, birds of a feather die together.