the blue morning sky reminded me of when i used to religiously listen to twenty one pilots. how i'd stay awake in utter sadness and fright. i never realized the sun came up until the lamp in my room wasn't the only thing providing me light anymore. anathema would save my life over and over again. i remember feeling sad as i was asleep, i'd wake up crying just like how i fell asleep. i missed everything and nothing at the same time. i wanted everything to end. i hated seeing the morning sun, i hated that i gave myself another chance at life, over and over again. my room is so different now, looking around. the only thing that's the same is my headboard.