It’ll often feel like the stars are pressing down on you. As if the entire night sky exists only to suffocate any attempt at sleep you desire. The moon will bounce from the window, to your skin and devour every sinful thought you conjure up.

You can hold on so tight to the feelings, attempt to make them feel so new but they aren’t new to you. Every breath in unison to home, every sigh creating a larger mountain of words that nobody else is willing to climb. Try so hard to forgive them.

Tell yourself all about their sorrow & pain, justification. Always a justification for the lashes. Creating a perfect circle until the sun rises. You’ll go to work & when you come home to set your head upon the pillows, the moon will bounce in again.