sometimes I look up

I like the stars

the little dots of light in the fabric of such immense dark

it's not like I think much of them… about them

I'll go… basically… blank

I look up

I see

mind go very silent

and then…

… there I'll be

for hours

or 'till the cigarette start melting my fingers

the moon has almost the same effect on me

not that it's a big change

I mean, to achieve the insanely complicated task of making my already blank state

… go blank

seems somewhat trivial to me

but I like it

… gives a sane reason… sort of… for my silence

I like the night

…. just wish I wasn't so goddamn tired

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