One of those nights where you can’t seem to fall asleep so you think about all the relationships you’ve watched fail and the last time you ate something simple that made you wish you were 7 again. You think about the last person you slept with and how they took a part of you with them. You masturbate to the thought of the last boy that smiled at you and you finally find yourself getting drowsy.
Not all of us came to dance,
some of us came to stand in the corner of the room,
sipping on whiskey trying to numb our minds.
I had the sort of mind that would never shut up but now all it ever does is stay quiet. It doesn’t think, it has nothing to say. I feel like it has finally given up.