My top is down,
no crowds,
only this playground;
my sounds
to drown my anxiety.
In the stars I confide,
darkness is where I thrive,
the depths of night is when I become alive;
my consciousness nosedives.
I wish I didn't have to return,
only taking languid turns,
this is what I've learned:
freedom is what I yearn,
my eyes feel heavy and begin to burn.
I don't want this serotonin to end
but it's already 3 AM,
my headlights grow dim,
I spin the key;
the ignition descends,
"I can't wait to do this again."
—
7/19/23
11:25 PM
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