Earl gray green tea and black leaf memories. This hangs like the percentage of the constant rise of suicide, I'm just the one digesting caffeine. It all lingers as I refrain. Frozen still, timeless like a haze of veil covering the eyes. Nightmares live there, ones I don't present any negligence anymore. The ignorance says good riddance and so I reside on the battle field, screaming "deal... deal.". Although "don't stray child" is all I hear, with my head bowed without any street signs of fear. Lights of green, yellow and red traffic jam a reaction... out of the illusions of fathers, Out of the illusions of a mother. Those lights beat like flashbacks of more lights, but these were blue and red. Are they all illusions? what do they mean? It's still hanging. Hanging. Perceptions of victory mean high like the clouds I play in... but I can't seem to raise my flag where it will stay without a pinch of me falling in.