i saw manchester when i closed my eyes: velvet sofas, drowning bluffs, a sunset clouded by emotions.

i’m no stranger to stumbling down unfamiliar streets and daydreaming at midnight. it’s become a haven.

at 16, i was all knowing, no worship.

i studied god at the bottom of my glass and said my prayers between each panting breath. maybe i look back too often, i’m not sure.