slightly blurry
with one sock on and a brain full of static.
my thoughts feel like fog on glass.
nothing clear,
just shapes and feelings.
i don’t mind it, though.
some nights aren’t for clarity.
some nights are just for being a little blurry,
a little soft,
a little here.
my thoughts feel like fog on glass.
nothing clear,
just shapes and feelings.
i don’t mind it, though.
some nights aren’t for clarity.
some nights are just for being a little blurry,
a little soft,
a little here.