i bury myself in reading
i bury myself in writing
i bury myself in work
i bury myself in activities
i bury myself in anything i can find
but then it's suddenly past midnight and there are no more activities i can bury myself in
there's no babysitting taking up most of my attention
there's no chores to be done at this wretched hour
there's no math calling my name
only sleep calls for me now but the thoughts in my head keep us apart
too far apart
the thoughts hurt more often than not and they make me question myself in ways i do not like
it was simpler before...
