My eyes are smaller than my stomach is. That is Quite a meal for me. I have lost my appetite lately. The basement is where we wait for the storm to break. Someone os lost outside, through the rain we hear them cry. Deafened by the sound of the apples falling down. They were rottong on the ground when the winter came around. My bedroom feels just like a parking lot thats been closed up for the night asleep beneath the buzzing light.