I do not own friends/actors/characters/Matthew Good...again, but I do own...erm, the thirst to write more stories? Somebody, give me something to write! PLEASE GOD!
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He seems like he's searching for something, although it's unclear what.
His sanity, perhaps?
Or maybe some bullets to load in his gun and his forehead.
But that's preposterous because he doesn't even own a gun…
I close my mouth now and I scream
Time passes like a ticking bomb and we wait for the clock to reach zero, but it seems were stuck on .01, and I don't know whether that is a good or bad thing…
Talking like it's a reflex
He seems different today, like a man preparing to walk into the fire yet oblivious to the heat surrounding him.
I don't know…
I'm lost and I don't know how this is going to end…
After this there's just the circus
Time is coming to an end, yet fluctuating and I feel like I'm falling; I'm fallen and God, I don't know how he could feel, but then, I don't even know why he feels…
I open the door and there's nothing left redeeming
He reached zero today.
Hello time bomb, hello tears and pain, hello confusion and anger.
Hello everything.
Goodbye Chandler.
