midnight
i took five days off running to the first day and feels like a depression 25 years old no interaction no food and no yogurt only a dirty bookshelves waiting to clean up 24 hours the light is on meanwhile, I liked the dark of midnight the dark of midnight until my friend asked “where were you you lost in your echoes” just say “i’m fine” and she knows it wasn’t true yes she said “as you wish, hope everything was fine” i just want to live with my damn black pen to create good-surreal imagination i borrow the books from the city library to accompany me when the sun goes down then i open the laptop to watch workout videos and Marissa’s