When the night is over - when my eyeliner is fading and I'm trying to find my shoes, when the apartment empties itself of coats and purses and half empty beer bottles - I still want to sit here alone in the dark, take off my jewellery, and listen to the humming of the refrigerator, to the music in my head, to the steady beating of my heart.
Friday, 15 April 2011
when the night is over
When the night is over - when my eyeliner is fading and I'm trying to find my shoes, when the apartment empties itself of coats and purses and half empty beer bottles - I still want to sit here alone in the dark, take off my jewellery, and listen to the humming of the refrigerator, to the music in my head, to the steady beating of my heart.
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I have spent 30 minutes (23 minutes to be exact) staring at this box trying to think of an appropriate comment to describe just how this makes me feel. I can't.
ReplyDeleteThis is just... too perfect. I think this is literally the best thing I have read in a long time. I don't know how to say this without it sounding like hyperbole, but I really mean it.
I don't even know how to describe the emotion I felt while reading it. It's one I'm very familiar with, and one I don't know the word for. You captured it precisely