wait

i don't shine and you don't shine

insomnia tonight
after many months

i lay awake
looking for something to do
with my hands
and my head
but
the thing is...

words can fill space
so neatly
efficiently
disguisingly
so you almost forget
there is space
but there is there is

nothingatall

my head is sandwiched between its shadow on the wall behind me and its reflection in the mirror before me.

i've had a headache for 3 days.

today there is so much rain, it is thom yorke's city (where whenever people want to die, they lift their heads and open their mouths and drown). today it is late afternoon but it could pass for twilight. today i am clammycold.

warmth feels so sweet.

this could be a song. or a poem. or a nothingatall.