5 a.m

so much later than midnight

waking up of the weight and sweat of a messy dream

and then the brain drain…

there are times like this, later than midnights, when life sounds nothing but a short term to do list.

a broken one, the one in which you are just always behind yourself, and you have done it all grey and wrong.

the spiral to do list, giving the illusion of a path.

I hurt myself, without even bleeding

I hurt myself at the deepest places.