Twelve, around Noon.

0005_4Aits like trying to listen to music when the music is turned all the way down

it feels like getting out of the shower with no towels around

my are boots are worn and need new laces

it is an itch but you’re never able to scratch

you’re able to smell but never relish it

it is wearing fake acrylics and never be able to strike a chord

it is getting into a car and realizing you have little gas

it is going into a library

and realizing you can check one book

it all just seems missing

the moon controls the feeling

my watch says 03:30

of course

the sun

I’ve been waiting to sleep

don’t worry

next thought it’ll be your turn

the cycle repeats.

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