[14] - monday's child.

「 eleven fifty-four monologue 」

this side of paradise, ᴄᴏʏᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴏʀʏ, 01.00

i'm not a stranger to silence,

and i don't mean to sound like a fool.

the empty space is a menace,

and i'm trying to keep my cool.

i'm alone but i will not cry;

my first, my heart, my throat in knots.

speaking to the walls, screaming at the sky;

the silence mutes all rational thoughts.

i talk to myself with a hundred voices,

either as the boy in the hallway or the girl on the moon;

alongside the quiet night I laugh, cry, and swoon.

are you lonely?

I ask, tentatively.

yes, whispers the silence,

why aren't you asleep?

because,

i pause,

i'm lonely, too.