It's 3AM
and I'm up again
listening to the
rushing breeze.
My head hurts
and my stomach
gargles,
And the wind
continues to
sing.
It's lonely here,
at 3am:
No creaking floor
or shutting door
or faucet with a
handle turned.
Just me here,
hungry-
listening to the
breeze.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
It's 3AM
and I'm up again
listening to the
rushing breeze.
My head hurts
and my stomach
gargles,
And the wind
continues to
sing.
It's lonely here,
at 3am:
No creaking floor
or shutting door
or faucet with a
handle turned.
Just me here,
hungry-
listening to the
breeze.
