Asylummn

I think i'm obsessed with fueling myself off of emotion, feeling.

otherwise, i just don't feel right.

Those nights, soft edges running around in a blur. The warm stale summer air.

Nothing quite fills me up like breathing it in. Taking a few moments,

to know that its going to be over the next morning.

Maybe within the next few minutes,

its always disappointing,

when i'm sneaking out for the last time of the season,

and I can feel to cool winter air,

fighting with summer.

and she's angry,

and the pavement no longer warms my toes.

Just the night, and 4:37 a.m

collapsing on my bed. memories swimming around in my mind.

memorizing feeling.

drawing me in, kissing me on the nose.

I thank her for another safe year,

another rebel night.