a dark room and a dim light,
the constant sound of the ac unit was comfort,
the thought of everyone around slipping into their dreams,
lights off, mouths shut, eyes seeing absolutely nothing.

nothingness was beautiful, she held a constant hum that was my lullaby, like the hands on a clock dancing closer to a new hour.
she inhabited me, cleared my heart of emotions that have sunken in these tired eyes, people that never left my head for years, feelings tied to individuals who stirred confusion in my mind.
there was something so peaceful, in feeling nothing for no one.
no desire to intertwine fingers, a forgetfulness on how to look someone in the eyes. cherishing silence more than conversation. letting go of strings that were wound so tight around those i tugged for every day. and never knoting new ones to people i met.

actions became empty, but i became full, picking up all the pieces i left behind for others.