Brad Rose


It was a bright dark dream, with all the lights turned on, and nothing I could do would make it go away. You walked out, and instantly I became lost to you, like Crusoe, three ship-wrecks later.

Three months have passed, and now I wander around the house, talking to myself. All my friends answer to only one name. When I turn up the music and pretend like nothing happened, the lights instantly go out.

Friday nights, it's almost like fun.