Mar 2021
I don’t know what I’m feeling,
But no, it don’t feel right
All I can hear is the air con wailing
In this dark, quiet night
I can easily fall asleep,
Three deep breaths and I’m gone
But I don’t want to move my *** to the bed
And stop thinking and just be gone
The street lights shine through my window,
I didn’t want to close the curtains
The patterns on my wall do look nice,
Sadly, it doesn’t make me certain
To see the life outside through the dark shadows that appeared
Somehow gives me both assurance and fear
But no, it don’t feel right
All I can hear is the air con wailing
In this dark, quiet night
I can easily fall asleep,
Three deep breaths and I’m gone
But I don’t want to move my *** to the bed
And stop thinking and just be gone
The street lights shine through my window,
I didn’t want to close the curtains
The patterns on my wall do look nice,
Sadly, it doesn’t make me certain
To see the life outside through the dark shadows that appeared
Somehow gives me both assurance and fear
It was four in the morning and I could not sleep due to some weird feelings going on inside. I guess I was dry high or sth. but to help myself out, I grabbed my note and a pencil and wrote these in the dark. Couldn’t see the paper, I just hoped I can decipher my own handwriting when I’m awake.
o01o15o2021o
o01o15o2021o
