Rub your eyes with the backs of your fingers.
Feel them begin the sting.
Open your eyes.
See the black splotches with each blink of your fluttering eyelashes.
Watch as black ink seeps into and around the cracks and lines of your skin.
Push your right foot out from beneath layers of thin blankets.
Feel the cool air of a nearby fan blow between your toes.
Decide it's too cold.
Retreat back under the threadbare sheets.
Close your eyes.
Feel pain in the left side of your mouth: the teeth that will have to be removed soon.
Dry eyes droop until they close completely.
The soft sounds of a violin bowing a minor key.
Stray hairs tickling your face.
A moment of nostalgia.
Wet cheeks.
Sticky eyelashes.
The will to sleep.
A mind that won't sleep.
2:32 am
YOU ARE READING
a collection of unprocessed thought
Randomi'm going to use this to post occasional things that rattle on through my mind & stories i want to share & things like that bc why not
