Teen Diary

 I'll use your voice. Bead of the hours. The impatient white sheet. The shadows are gone. Nocturnal world. I have come to see you dumb. To know the folds of your memory. None of the consumption of memories. Thus, dissolved. They in common of what you feel. Although I already know the gaze distance. Gray space. Teen Diary. Look for the rain. His face. Hostage of the mask. Pray joy, pray sadness. Mask lost in the loop-lapse of time.

Sense, then ex-isto as hypo/thesis.