Affinity for the moon I suppose. the fireflies cold air.
I've felt happier at night my whole life Sitting in elementery popcorn reading
Headphones plugged into a PSP Blaring mindless self iindulgence Putting me to sleep So I could level up my nightelf hunter in World of Warcraft watch Naruto until 5am And sleep through social anxiety.
For awhile I woke up at 4am to serve you coffee. Seven years addicted
I loved that too. Traded coca cola for bkack coffee And an eating disorder
Now Im a graveyard shift worker. Manjc smirking at untold stories in assisted living Goldmine of consentrated Wisdom Parkinsons orchestra Doctorates Politicians preparing for death
Rabbis still flirting with nurses and remembering the whoke torah service by heart When they cant remember their wives name. Wives of Men that played god until they met him. Breifly Before the trap door unlatched
For my death. I like to imagine a big desk A wall of glass The top of a grey tower.
I want to Birth a skyscraper. I want to stand staring out my wall of window back turned to my desk. And watch how beautiful stasis can be As the trap door caves beneath me for my sins. I want to leave someone behind to tell my story. My journal is someone.
I'm a night owl I am alive most when the world is either sinning or silent
And I refuse to die quietly. Or before I get my Desk. Or my window.
To watch the sun rise and fall But never stay.
I am not meant to watch things last forever. I am a night owl.
I enjoy this world for all the endings. This is my favorite part.