everywhere. There's something about the quiet the world around you goes into in the hours after midnight, and it tastes a little like being...left behind. Straggling as everyone else joins the world of slumber; the half of a new day begun for them, and you a day behind. The nights accumulate, and you accumulate days.
(scared of ineffectiveness but you're even more terrified you won't be and still, nothing. is it rock bottom yet?)
The whirring of the fan in the dark, humid hallway. Mechanical, like you. For tomorrows, disappointment like a bad taste in your mouth, in their eyes, in the mirror as you try to brushbrushbrush it away. Summer nights are just as bad as winter nights, wherever you are.
the nights are so lonely everywhere.
This is lovely. :) Did you write this?
ReplyDeleteyes I did :) thank you so much.
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