Lately he’s been seeing things, and her. A dizzy little disco ball spinning round and round in the rain. Dancing with the leaves on the trees, changing colors and ignoring reality. He took her panning for copper in the walls of an abandoned building, sharing tokes and laughs; they spent all their hard earned money on bubblegum flavored ice cream. It was a mind numbing day with a sunny afternoon calm, right before the storm. He took off his shoes and she kissed his cheek then disappeared into the illuminating northwest mist. On a bridge over troubled water his heavy heart did sit, he lit his last cigarette, his skin crawling with bugs. Smoke climbed from his ice cold lips and covered the last trace of sunlight; wearing nothing but a tired pair of black dickies he said goodbye to tomorrow, with a mouthful of clouds and a hefty pinch of sarcasm. He took one last step laughing madly as the typewriter glowed.