Wishing it was nighttime already
And it’s only 11am
The soothing black
The stillness warmth
…
Questioning sea-green eyes
Wondering blueberry mind
Blurry framed sight
…
Wishing I was not this transparent
And the sun it’s at its zenith
The comforting deep black
The quiet dark blanket
…
Red irrational green eyes
Maybe it’s not about you this time
Trembling reading mind
…
Wishing time was not this steady
And that doors weren’t slammed already
Comforting empty night
Yearned stillness warmth
