dreamless nights are empty rooms in different shades of blue. I glide through or they pass around me like the seasons I cannot control. with no choice there is no resistance on my end. they say the body recharges regardless. I wake to darkness in a room I’ll be giving up soon. dusk gives way to overcast greys and time to play another day.
change pulls at the rug til the furniture flips and I fall from disregard into pillows and uncertainty. rain fills the well gushing in through the window to wake me up again. close my eyes and dream til the bed starts to float. I escape from the storm of thoughts and empty time into phone calls and walks to the shops.
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