my heart is not a compass
9pm in my car, bright like the sun but somehow feeling very dark and cold. the windshield is fogged, and the lights from the parking lot only show in dim orbs reflecting through the moisture. the rain falls on my roof, my only company. I can feel it, cold and wet, pouring through my emotions. all hints of happiness are washed away and all that is left is dark, damp, and bitter sadness. I am alone. I can feel the miles between us in the effort it takes to breathe. the distance between is slowing tearing me in two. I miss you with all that I am.

9pm in my car, bright like the sun but somehow feeling very dark and cold. the windshield is fogged, and the lights from the parking lot only show in dim orbs reflecting through the moisture. the rain falls on my roof, my only company. I can feel it, cold and wet, pouring through my emotions. all hints of happiness are washed away and all that is left is dark, damp, and bitter sadness. I am alone. I can feel the miles between us in the effort it takes to breathe. the distance between is slowing tearing me in two. I miss you with all that I am.


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