Is the middle of the night and I am feeling the kind of tired that feels like a breath of fresh air. Its then that I recognise the colours of my eyes to then remember how to be somebody, even if it hurts to death. Is that everyone could be sleep and I’m falling, but, I feel capable of letting the smile drop and feel the ache on my muscles.
Is the sweet part between the existence of them and me, that always leaves me this three hours where I can lighten up and identify the void by its terrible name. And maybe I’m not alright most of the time, changing colours as if I was a light. However, I’m fine when its night time because I am defeated enough to not remember to pretend.
TA.
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