No Amount of Coffee, No Amount of Crying
April 21~ Some days, I wake up and all I can see as I open my eyes is the empty day stretched out ahead of me. Vacant hours of daylight hovering in my path. Inevitable. Inescapable. I can write to-do lists ten miles long, but they don’t occupy the emptiness. If I lie still long enough, every bed I’ve ever woken up in blurs together, morning views merging into one another. The sun stretches through the curtains and over my body, and I wish I could evaporate. It’s not just structure but company I crave, and from where I lie, both seem unattainable.