...But at night
My head is a radio tower
The thoughts and information bouncing off the walls of my mind
Front to back
Voices from different frequencies
Endlessly bombarding me.
Never stopping
Never ending.
.
.
.
.
And for the first time in my life
.
.
.
I find myself begging for a place
.
.
.
Where I don't get cell service.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 4:20 AM UTC
...But at night
My head is a radio tower
The thoughts and information bouncing off the walls of my mind
Front to back
Voices from different frequencies
Endlessly bombarding me.
Never stopping
Never ending.
.
.
.
.
And for the first time in my life
.
.
.
I find myself begging for a place
.
.
.
Where I don't get cell service.
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