5:12 p.m. . no such thing as closure
scent on
fingertips
reminds me
that today was
a sunday

did you think this was going to be easy?
honey, you're more deluded than i thought you were

my curtains
are painted
in an eerie green light

twilight is coming
watch it fall
because with it
goes my expectation

the
lights
fade

save me
save me
save me

for fuck's sake
just save me

nostalgia . uncertainty