Life, As Is.

The little things get to you, sometimes.

Hearing him talk, wishing above all else that he’d shut up, just shut up.

Looking at pictures of places I will never see, wondering what the air tastes like.

The way that everything, everything is different when you’re the only one awake.

Hearing her talk, wanting nothing more than to take forever in this moment, and watch her behind dazzled eyes.

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