facts:

it hurts when i breathe
gumbo tastes better the second day
possession (new order) sounds like home
the "singles" are all i have or need
my doctor has not yet called in my new prescription
it hurts when i blink, swallow, turn, try
comfort waves at me from the kitchen, then hides
i should paint the upstairs hallway before i pick up my kids
i am drowning in these sounds of a small island (a key) surrounded by an ocean of a small brown mailer which contains these sounds on a tape

"seems like i've been here before... won't you show me, please show me the way"

i could go on but these small sounds tell the story for me