Nov 4, 2025
3:36 am
the yellowish tinted overhead light,
the tap tap tap of pain in my head.
air flows though the vents and its loud.
the static in my eyes indicate the time.
my skin sings to me, a plea to be open to the world.
it takes my energy to deny it.
this isnt about you but,
where will i be in a years time.
looking at where i was a year ago.
what was it about you that had me so enraptured.
but this isnt about you.
its about where you were.
its about where i am.