somewhere the night took a wrong turn it got stuck between two hours that don’t remember each other like they were never meant to meet at all the air barely moves like it’s waiting or deciding if it already missed whatever it was waiting for it’s hard to tell i keep my eyes closed not because i’m tired just because things become too certain when you look at them too real in the wrong way rooms change in the dark or maybe they go back to what they used to be or what i thought they were a bed a body something in between it’s a little complicated how heavy it is to feel light how loud it gets when you try not to think not to count how many times you can’t stand yourself before it means something and somewhere in all of that this quiet idea that maybe you could be someone else not completely different just different enough to not have to explain anything it’s easy to get lost in unfinished sentences in memories that don’t fully stay in things that don’t need names anymore or lost them and then— not a break more like something settling into place the thought comes back that the world keeps going without checking who’s still there that somewhere there’s a room where nothing moves anymore a glass no one touches a light no one turns off a name no one says out loud and suddenly everything i feel seems smaller not less real just… misplaced because there are things that weigh more and still i’m here falling apart over emptiness over nothing over something i can’t hold while somewhere there’s a silence the kind you don’t wake up from