The tendency to weave what little we know into a familiar shape. 

-Bowden

The boys left Jupiter five days ago. No one has seen them since.

She became a Stone today.

Things of the un-kept are strung out in it's vicinity.

Out of all that mattered in the universe you found your self in the mirror this morning wondering how.

You stare at things half asleep while the corners of your house collect the forgotten. 

You would spend more time underneath the bed.

How does it sneak up on you?

Walked all night until the crowed showed. I left as the sun rose.