lol 36 notes later means I must be doing something right
Nature’s light-bulb disrupts dreamers from their slumber,
The rays flicker through the blinds like a pulsating body.
My left hand skims the frozen sheets of a half-empty bed,
Where once there was heat to rival the earth’s centre.
My left hand walks into the historical site of
An all too familiar bygone dream of the last 4 hours,
And I start. The remembrance of something almost forgotten,
Pulls back my eyelids and curbs my hand into an o.
I am awake. My blackened iron bedstead is my backbrace.
I look down from a new height at my fisted hand on the sheet,
And it is an illusion of something lost at sea,
Which cannot, but still is, floating on the watery expanse.
That hand which has held onto this bed is now lost,
That hand which pulled you onto this bed is now cold,
The straight rays reflect on that wall but form a cynical face -
Nature is all too knowing, and I am unknown.
me: i cry so much i gotta stay hydrated
christmas is so much worse as you get older it’s like “what do you want this year?” “a sense of purpose”
"a career" "financial security" "a sex life" "tuition for grad school" "alcohol" "a nap" "socks would be nice"