At 10pm I open the gate to
cries that were delayed by an obligation
to society, to
a secret I share with my bed sheets.
By 10:30 I am squeezing out what’s left of my tears, filled with
an understanding that this won’t get me anywhere, but
an urge to keep it up,
to stay sad.
An hour later, I have run through all my emotions,
overanalysed everything to the point where
I no longer care.
Only now can I breathe,
ignite a fake sense of euphoria, and
go on with my life as though
nothing happened.

– Priscillamf (17.06.17)

(Untitled because I have lost a lot of creativity & need to generate some more)