what does it mean | begin again? days when all my edges blur. like singed cling wrap. to cling. to cleave. the beaver cleaver. [ooo, that's dirty.] when all my edges blur. like rain drifts on window screens. and the smell of yellow onion fingertips. days on days these drips drain my patience. and i can't go outside. in the light. can't walk these broken canvas streets searching the way for you. this sore throat madness monday. swallowing me like 4 am lightening. that took your seed. and planted. my whole life in a car parked across from your house. with broken windows and faulty gauges. and i need more change. for the meter. and you know. to be honest. i'm still not sure.