and somewhere in the dark recesses of my brain, I heard the smokey blue songs of a jazz singer lulling me to sleep.
the tears stole out as quietly as a high school-er at 1 in the morning.. believing it would relieve some of the burdens, responsibilities, stress.
But you're just left with a tight face and dry mouth, baggy eyes and a swollen lip pout.
And then I cried. It was like my whole being had been hurled off a waterfall- cool serenity eroding the way to a rushing, roiling mass of emotional turbulence. I couldn't remember my own words, much less remember where I was, and could barely even hear my own rambling thoughts over the waterworks.
Afterwards I didn't feel anything.
Just tired as hell.
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