pulling dead grass from its roots
alone in the silence
if thats what you call it when the voices scream louder than anything real
utterly chilly but ignoring that the best i can
as im waiting for someone im set on seeing tonight
the skys a great mess of clouds
wow
my hands are shaking rapidly
breathing has slowed
even the moths dont dare touch me; dont dare interact
a pile of glass sits in front of me
but dont be fooled, not all glass is sharp
even when you want it to be
so i'll be okay i'll be alright i'll be alone
i just cant get over the ******* sky and the breeze and the things that are so simple and taken for granted each crisp night
do you even notice real beauty anymore
or are you that drown in pain
i find comfort in the night
as its as eerie and lonely as i always am