Some nights are colder than others but not in the way that you think. The shiver of my heart is more rapid than the shiver of my teeth and when the chills run up my spine I dont think to wrap up in the embrace of something warm, instead I sit and hope the air runs past me. The rain tapping on my glass window only mimics the storm in my head drowning every incandescent thought to be shown. As I sit by my bedroom window, the tears of someone who fears what they don't know is a person who fears everything. The cold, the rain, the warmth, the affection, the overwhelming emotions they were never introduced to. Some nights are colder than others, unfortunately.
Friday, May 13, 2022
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