tired. four hours sleep has unpacked the little black bags under these eyes. i feel hungover without the benefit of getting high on drink. i'm at the point of not caring again. or maybe of just realizing i don't control one damned thing.

i've reached the "fuck it" ground. it is what it is. nothing more to do or say.
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look no further

did you know i love how the sky looks just before evening comes? electric blue and stars shyly peeking out.

did you know i pray quietly along the tree-lined streets? past tethered barking dogs and lonely daffodils.

did you know sometimes a good ending is all i need? close the book, seal the letter, pick up the stylus, turn off the lights.