Waiting on season 2. Blink&miss November11xHei
Part II: Hello - Hei
Sometimes the world he knows tilts - precarious, precarious - and he has to adjust quickly - faster fastest - to bullets flying, to people dying, to his sister fall - fall - falling and the changes that come with.
He pretends - human notions, human faces - like everyone else does, that everything is "a o-k" perfectly in sync, in time (don't lose that line now, boy) that he's dancing the same steps, hearing the same tune, wearing the same mask.
Lies - permeate, penetrate, shh slide silicone - dance on his tongue, in his mind, pour freely from his lips and down, down down, sugar flavored. Coffee coated.
To - despise, deny, rely, who are you today? - is not in his nature, preordained, fated, claused. There are no exceptions, only stray bullets.
Himself (his self, him self, what are you saying smoke weaver?), thinks, knows (digress) is not a self at all. Humanity is little more than a ghost, and it pulls him to his feet.