night.
my world is night.

dark at three, up before dawn, every waking hour spent inside away from the sun.

the rains began today. if they scarce cease for the next six months i will not be surprised.

i am one obligation after another.

i am tucked inside the smallest corner of myself and have left only room for assignments.

i am a machine.

how quaint, to think that making time for friends could cure me. how strange that it only seems to have taken up the remains of the day.

i will cease to sleep or cease to function. there is simply not enough time for what needs to be done.

i am black. with daylight savings time, the blackness has begun.

i am not an artist. i am not an individual.

goddess, please, someone save me from myself.

someone love me, feed me an emotion besides this awful, consuming, hateful thing.

someone turn me inside out. someone fuck me, hold me, give me anything to cling to.

my life is an endless chore. i want to end it, change it now.

before there is nothing left.