The night blends seamlessly in with a thousand other nights you've lived. Except for something. The atmosphere feels thick, heavy and full of dying. Are you're driving, your hands are on the steering wheel but it just feels like your on autopilot.

This is the kind of night on which you die. You don't know it as you're driving down the interstate, but this is the night you die. You're not thinking about it yet. You haven't seen that other driver, flying toward you like an angel of death, bringing you destiny at 90 mph. The thought hasn't even crossed your mind, but fate will cross you, he's coming for you, and this is the night you die.

to live through the veil

you can never share it all
2 eyes can't pierce through the wall

you have your day
and I have mine
our stories never intertwine

we touch hands
and our heart beats
can almost syncopate
and you can wait,
but you can't
reach the same register

there's always something that separates us:

Thin layers of film
that slightly blur our lives

We see shades and outlines
but not the entire picture

we live through the veil,
we die the same way