by viβ β » Thu Apr 22, 2021 2:09 am
outside the sky is gray. the trees shiver in the wind. my hair is sprawled out on the blanket and i canβt move.
the rain is starting to hit the window panes now. i think of a call i made. i think of saying βgoodbyeβ and βthank youβ more than once in the same conversation.
i think going outside does that. wakes me up in more ways than one. i wish i could sleep all the time. or i wish i could just stay in my room. it feels like a blanket is draped over me, and everything is softer than it actually is. translucent. leaving home feels raw. like responsibility. like maybe you should make a schedule. like you should go outside.
when i was seven, i wanted to learn how to swim. a girl at camp pushed me into the lake and i couldnβt breathe.
the rain is so loud. am i drowning? are we really here? did you find that funny? tell me more about her. please call me again. i hope youβre doing well, i really, really do.