‌‌ ‌Quietude

‌ ‌I've gotten to a place where I know they're wrong, and still, I can't even bring myself to speak. Not because I agree, but because I'm just done.

‌But there are nights when I genuinely wish the morning would come and I wouldn't be in it.

‌ ‌An eternal sleep, an eternal darkness, and at last, everything will be right.

‌ ‌An eternal sleep, an eternal darkness, and at last, everything will be right.

‌ ‌Some nights, I hope the sun rises and doesn't notice I'm gone.

Dream

‌ ‌‌Sleeping on the floor, riding a legend:

‌ ‌‌I'm quiet, not gone. Silent, but still here.

‌ ‌Silent. Present. That's me.

‌ ‌‌Silent. Present. That's me.

‌ ‌‌Silent. Present. That's me.