I should be sleeping but lately 3am feels like sunset. This isn't fun anymore.
It's been awhile since I've had writer's block but it seems now that I hesitate every time I pick up a pen.
I'm losing myself again and the scariest part of this realization is remembering that I see myself when I look into your eyes.
This shouldn't bother me as much as it does but the butterflies in my stomach are turning into moths and I just want to down enough alcohol to make them all drown.
But even water tastes like your lips.

-k.d.