"Eleven is when we waved goodbye"
So, what can I say? Stuck in the drudgery of simply breathing. The sense of wonder has been replaced with nonsense. What used to be reality has now been turned around on me. Up and Down, Black and White, nothing matters. I waved goodbye.
"Eleven is standing still"
She is stuck in the void. Neither forward nor backwards. Stasis, cold and relentless. And what is the purpose of caring, when you have ceased to wonder. When it all crashes down around you, suffocating and crushing your weak and powerless barriers.
"Waiting for me to free him"
Waiting for me to turn around. Waiting for me to lift my eyes and the spirit return. He is running out of patience, out of time. Fate clicks nearer with every passing second, wasted breath. The moment of suspension, the air thick with stagnation.
"By coming home."
I lost my vision, where is home? My magnetic North is flipped, polarizing, freezing my direction. I don't even remember what it's like. I am stuck.