|Wine & Vinegar|

Music's the only thing that makes sense anymore, man.

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as my eyes adjust to the darkness,
the past becomes present,
and i find my mind at the same dead end.
sleep, no longer seems an option.
as i gaze at the patterns of light on my ceiling,
peering in from the street light below,
the thoughts recede, and i realize,
there are things you can change,
and things you cannot.
i am still learning to accept both.


Filed under cant sleep random oh well poetry if you can call it that lmao me