Bubblegum73

  there are some nights where the shadows of the evening settle upon my shoulders like disregarded wings and sleep finds me teetering on the edge of my bed in a stone cold stupor as I run my fingers along my ribs like a convict rattling their cell door in a desperate attempt at grabbing someone’s attention; and yet here I am sitting cold and alone surrounded by dead satellites and listening to the static silence of an empty room as I try to compact the thoughts that rush through my weary mind into a pill that I might actually be able to swallow.