
When those words flashed across the screen, the blood flowing in my veins just turned ice cold.
I'mma lock it in a box, bury it deep in mah heart and never open it again.
Hm, yep.
That sounds naise.
In some ways, I love and hate the night.
I love how when the sun goes out, other beautiful things come out to play.
I love how it marks the end of a bad day.
I love how ideas just flow in my head when half of the world is silent.
But I hate how vulnerable it makes me.
I hate how it cuts me open and let’s fear eat me up from inside.
I hate how it lets my secrets prance about in the open.
I hate how my minds speaks so damn loud when half the world falls silent.
I’m scared.
So here I am.
Now hungry.
RAWR