its 3:37 in the morning.

rests palms on keyboard.
look around.

1 minute later..

stares into space
feels eyes getting heavier

feels gloomy
a day wasted

3 minutes later

bops head to a catchy song playing on itunes
feelings of guilt descends

30 seconds later
wants to feel emo
presses the skip button
skipping kids

memorial by explosion in the sky plays

rests head on pillow
switching off lights

thinks bout galaxies
stars
the moon

the cold dark night

and last but not least













of how perfect you are.



hits repeat.


every night, i repeat this process.
and tonight
i poured my heart out.

i told you boy, i told you,
and you smiled.