.........pov you’re listening to a voice recording playback of you sloppily playing demolition lovers on guitar and now you’re singing along softly to it whispering the screaming parts and it’s downpouring and thundering outside and you watch the flashes light up your neighbor’s driveway now a river of rain on blacktop and everything feels dark even though your bedroom light is on and you haven’t put away stuff like you’ve been telling yourself to all day and you’re weeks, even almost two months behind in your classes and feel everything starting to fall and fade but at the moment you feel numbness. not bad but not necessarily good. you don’t accomplish much but you live like the hermit you always find yourself reverting to, and at least for now, that brings you comfort.
