sometimes i think my life would be better without a soundtrack. my facial expressions could be read more easily if there wasn't a tune to define it. i looked up and named the constellations for the first time tonight in a long time. when i realized that the big dipper was the first i laid eyes on, i said to no one, "that isn't funny." two guys, both short and resembling twins beneath the mucky streetlamp shadows, followed me for about four minutes out of the ten i was at paperfest, but i was too busy remembering the lyrics to one of the songs i'd denounce from my soundtrack and how it sang that constellations form in the pattern of fallen tears, but i said i wouldn't make constellations tonight.

and for another "first time in a long time," i followed through with my own word.