DRMBLG

don't come after me. i'll be asleep

whether i need it or not.

the weather doesn't change for you,

why would i ?

i'll be asleep later, and then i'll be awake after that,

and nothing will be different, i may feel as if my whole chest labors to produce a breath, but nothing will be different, and i may feel as if i am not ready to grow up, but nothing will be different, and i may feel as if i am leaving a chapter, but nothing will be different, and i may feel as if i am completely alone, but nothing will be different,

except,

for the potential i have to mark the blankness ahead of me.

rivers don't stop, the sun hasn't died, wheels keep turning, but it's not like this whole world is not entering a state of disaster which i am so preoccupied with, it's not like my dreams are asking me to pay more attention to them as i frantically force myself to think about money,

as i convince myself that anything can wait for you.

it's not like you're really a roman god.

it's not like i wish we could be each other's worlds.

it's obvious we love each other in different ways, since the moon is still there, and the weather hasn't changed.

don't come after me. i'll be asleep