It never quite gets dark
This time of year
Which makes the sky so pretty
But when you’re already
Struggling to sleep
It’s actually just shitty
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
It never quite gets dark
This time of year
Which makes the sky so pretty
But when you’re already
Struggling to sleep
It’s actually just shitty
I suppose I should be happy the sun is shining again,
Feel a spring in my step at the lighter evenings,
Be comforted by the warmth on the back of my neck.
But I couldn’t give a shit.
It means nothing.
None of it melts the ice in my heart.
(Originally Posted 21.03.2019)