Here are my condensed Thursday night feels. I hope you find them somewhat intriguing...

"a cyclone?"

it's lying down with thousand pounds

it's feeling weightless

it's a tiny blue capsule

it's 20 minutes after your fourth (what?)

it's the cold reminding you that you're still alive

it's a shortage of breath when you hear their name

it's leaving every session with a sour taste in your mouth

it's not knowing whether to cling to the silence or the sound

it's knowing that you're f*****d either way

it's knowing all the answers and none of the questions

it's reaching out for arms that were never there to receive you

it's blaming yourself for being dropped

it's trying to take up less space

it's knowing you take up way too much space

it's loving her from a distance

it's loving her way too close

it's another couple of tiny blue capsules

it's six hours until the ringing starts again

it's time for night-night

it's fine

for now.