I've been doing a lot of thinking, thinking when I'm deprived of sleep and I cannot bear the confines of my bedroom
so I go for walks, I go for walks so that my lungs can finally be relieved of the stale air which overwhelms me
I walk in the evenings wearing oversized sweaters one too many sizes larger than necessary, oh but it's necessary
Necessary that my clothes do not cling to my repulsive figure that just at glance makes my innards twist
I wear dark clothing not because I'm emo or sad but I mean, I am sad but that's not the reason; I wear dark clothing so that I blend in with the evening shadows and go undetected, walking in bliss because I need to leave my own home to feel comfort
the fading day in a way signals that I've pulled through an excessive amount of hours totalling up to; too many to think of
Well, to think of calmly without losing the last of my composure and sanity
However, although I am calm during this brief moment of solitude, all good things must come to an end
And my good thing is being alone, but not lonely, and the end is going home without it feeling homely
