time moves a little too quickly nowadays.
the clock is skipping some hours,
i'm sure of it.
the sun sets before i can see things clearly.
it's always night for me.
i'm in a perpetual twilight,
waiting for a dawn that i always seem to miss.
do the shadows seem darker than you remember them?
do they taunt you from your bedside too?
i can't sleep without being exhausted to the point where i feel like my mind might collapse on itself.
i wake up,
12 hours later,
and i'm still tired.
the days turn to weeks that turn into years and i am suddenly standing in front of my mirror at 3am wondering
who the hell is she?
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dispositional tendencies
Poetrya collection of writing and poetry i wrote about things that i can't always say out loud. i hope you enjoy this and can find comfort in knowing others feel the same as you and that you are not alone :)
