CosmicBrambleclaw

Light fades from the window as time slowly creeps by, voices banter back and forth only to die off into the dull hum of a sleeping house. Your bed creaks as you lay down for a nights rest, tossing and turning until at last you settle. Off the edge of the mattress hangs your hand- in a beam of moonlight slipping through the window. The music playlist you listen to to fall asleep drones in the background. Your hand dances along with the notes, fingers dipping and rising to the beat. In the darkness a shadowy hand rises to meet yours, dancing in perfect rhythm, fractions of a inch from your fingers. When you dip it pulls back, when you rise it

Anger Sloth Resentment Saudade Self loathing Depression Bottling it up Caught in a world where I can't be by myself Tiredness Bitterness No patience with self Remembering the bad/screw-ups in the past Fear Fucking up every God damned thing I ever touch