the ugly writers

Summer

I don’t think I can ever stop myself anyway
So, I wave my hand as we drift away
Your back turned toward me as I watch you fade
Oblivious. Yet that’s for the better.

00:00 hours

00:00 Hours

I made it at 00:00.
Since there are no deafening sounds from monsters trying to destroy me. There is no light bulb forcing me to write about you. Lastly, I made it since my soul endures the pain without you.