Quick shadow dribbling down me: I'm looking over my shoulder. Justifying anything's easy, like, you look when you hear a sound. Somebody once told me, “Loosen up your eyes because it feels nice,” then no more on that subject. I blindly led you on & me in the process. Thick pupil dilating quietly: I'm looking over my shoulder. Just if I'm within the interstices, then I'm looking for when you come ‘round. Somebody once told me: “Loosen up your eyes because it feels nice,” but then no more on that subject. I blindly led you on & me in the process. Don't ask how my day was, don't ask anything else. (Where did all the time go? // Where'd you put my suitcase?)