katmeow
Bluelight Crew
This is me
at midnight and
eight minutes
sleepless and rambling
the clock ticks
metronomically
in time with
the rain that falls
on my soul
and I left
my umbrella
hooked on the
seat of the train
and somewhere
along the line
I also lost
the childish desire
to jump
in the puddles
so instead
they're welling up
and overflowing
and I'm drowning
but you think
I'm just waving
because I neglected
to mention
that my smile
is just a farce
this is me
at midnight and
thirty-two minutes
sleepless and rambling
missing, maybe lost.
at midnight and
eight minutes
sleepless and rambling
the clock ticks
metronomically
in time with
the rain that falls
on my soul
and I left
my umbrella
hooked on the
seat of the train
and somewhere
along the line
I also lost
the childish desire
to jump
in the puddles
so instead
they're welling up
and overflowing
and I'm drowning
but you think
I'm just waving
because I neglected
to mention
that my smile
is just a farce
this is me
at midnight and
thirty-two minutes
sleepless and rambling
missing, maybe lost.


your writing.
