easy.
the one thing that, at least for her,
pulling herself out of her thoughts
isn't.
too late to text a friend
and too early to start the next day
too tired to get out of bed
but too awake to put her phone away
because the only thing that seems to work these days
is to scroll through the colors
and the triggers
and the prose that clutters her feed
it's mindless but also entertaining enough
to keep her tired brain engaged,
at least for now.
at least for now.
she hated that phrase.
if only one thing,
preferably some sort of peace,
could maybe just stick around,
maybe she wouldn't be here
right now.
YOU ARE READING
✧ city lights and fireflies ✧
Poetrybecause sleep always seems to evade the broken.
