10:30 p.m.

stale emotions formed into a hardened mold

a malleable material that sits like gravestone

encasing everything too delicate

everything too noticeable

this void

the white noise

all of the hours spent inside my head

this perpetual, indistinguishable present

a continuous mastering of solitude

and blurry moments staring at a reflection

at this fleshy suit

long enough to find oddities

and normalities

all within this magnetic field

what this body calls home

did these cells know they would end up here?

healing

with new people

new places

learning how to make a void not feel so much as such

assuring that this space exists so love can grow

and peace can fill