the chain of thought doesn’t seem to break and streetlights doesn’t seem to fade and the pills wouldn’t take. the battery from the alarm clock adorn the floor, the faintest whisper seems like a knock on the door,
ubiquitous anxiety plays a tug of war with my cousin of death, the stares at the ceiling grow heavy with each breath, the page lends a shoulder the pen a helping hand, the highway traffic finds its way to my ear, and its only darkness I befriend.