and then there she was in the bathroom, right when
he closed the door and saw again the beauty of open
simplicity and he hoped and prayed he could serve
this feeling up again when he woke up the next
morning. So he went and he wrote about it and
a something stirred in him like the hours of time
and for once it all meant nothing and seemed nothing
and so all he did was nothing and it made more sense
than anything else he ever did in his life. Which
is why he is now trying to sleep and will sleep and
won't cry till he has to tomorrow morning for people
he doesn't even care to see again in his life forever.
And it all made sense and it all was good and there
was nothing wrong in the slightest after those words.
