She dreams so big and high she built our house five times in her mind and made it house sixty thousand lives through fiction.

We’d sit together for hours but we wouldn’t talk and wouldn’t look at each other and probably wouldn’t breathe and it would sickeningly feel like forever but we’d still be strangers sometimes even after we’d go back to bed until something suddenly clicked and things would fit back where they belonged.

You may find yourself
Bulling around in a skeletal battle of field
And you may find yourself
Asking what you’ve been doing for fifty-two years

The simulation glitched
Glitched the simulation