One of those nights.
I’m in my little corner of the world, listening as life continues on around me, without me; usually being so distant is exactly what I want being the only thing that’ll bring me contentment and let me breathe easy. Tonight I’m still wound up, every lights too bright, every sound too loud. My thoughts redundantly loop every hour strangling my imagination and every inclination to move a limb to do anything. Poe screams for my eyes from the box where he lay in the corner, yet my legs stay weighted where they are. Their sounds of happiness from their posts down the stairs aggravate every fiber of my being and I bite my tongue to keep my evils from spreading. Its one of those nights where I feel everything and nothing. Its one of those nights I hate.
