it’s falling into 2am. i’m no closer to sleep. self medicating until i am sober. i wish i could hold her head through this, but instead i am holding my tongue and my cards so close. i’m closed, closeted until i’m faceless. i can’t see the end anymore, i can barely see the start. so i will wait out sunrise and turn myself into a paper crane. just lay your wishes on my back and send me with her into the sky.
