Personal Effects Page #6

# and if you take

the oldest songs #

# and if you take

the newest songs #

# you find love... #

Hello.

Can I help you?

Clay!

Go, Mom!

Go!

Clay!

Clay!

You shot him.

You shot him!

Walter!

Walter...

I collect goldfish.

I understand them,

living underwater

in a little bowl...

"hearing nothing.

Just watching

through the glass..."

My name is Clay Pietrysk.

I'm basically

your average teenager.

Except for the fact

that I've been deaf

since I was born,

and I can't really speak.

Good job.

Love you.

I love you, Mom.

But all of this

isn't only about me...

all of this is more about

waiting for someone

you know

will never come back...

About that time spent

waiting...

and the people you meet

in the waiting room.

# well, the ropes are taut #

# and the stories

have all been caught #

# there's a frost-cover

drawn on the shore #

# and the catcher

still seems to want more #

# through the reel

and through the unreal #

# not what you see

but what you feel #

# and what transpires here #

# what I hear transpires #

# and it falls, falls, falls #

# and it falls, falls, falls #

# it rises up, rises up #

# and it falls, falls, falls #

# I just want to break even #

# I just want

to pass on through #

# like a ghost

through a household tune #

# under light

of the early dusk hues #

# navigating

and dealing extremes #

# is not what

at first it seems #

# and I keep my ship

tight and true #

# for the next time

that I'll see you #

# and it falls, falls, falls #

# and it falls, falls, falls #

# it rises up, rises up #

# and it falls, falls, falls #

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