You cry into the cold air,hands, holding onto hopeless silence,night wrapping her arms around you and begging you to sleep,but you were reborn with nightmares upon your anxious eyelids,so your eyes remain open and full of tears. It’s okay to stay up late,wondering what will become of you,what the world made of you,what did you…

I stray from my path,just to peek at my neighbour’s grass, pleasantly surprised by the withering, wilting vision. We truly are in the same sinking boat, sometimes.

Summer was wicked and ridiculous,stretching out and smiling, like a satisfied cat,fickle feline,finding joy in my futile clock watching.Why is my struggle so entertaining?It’s not even just the heat,it’s the endless hours,the endless echoes of my dreams and desires,dripping back into my ear.It must end,at some point.