the other night i hear my brother come in. i don't remember it; i was watching something in my room, door closed, volume up. it was 12.28 am when i noticed the time and wonder if my brother came home, it is dead silent, the radio station switched off a twelve and the usual eight-minute radio silence has stretched into almost half an hour.
it is silent and i am scared because i hear nothing but my breath and the creak of the floorboards.
i go outside, to where my dog is. she greets me, jumps on me and licks my face. i stand outside and attempt to make out stars between the clouds and light pollution and the glare on my glasses from the porch lights people have left on.
in my room, i change the channel to a station playing. the world begins to move again.
alt title: "i almost had a panic attack because i thought that i was dreaming and everyone was dead even if i know i don't remember my dreams"
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alimento mori
Randomn. the insomnia-borne jolt of awareness that you will die. write it down before it's gone and let everyone see it because you exist, you exist, that sylvia plath quote running through your head, tattoo it on your veins, remind yourself you are here...
