It's the time of morning where people on a hard night out are stumbling to a conclusion, taxi's do the rounds, the crazies linger.
And then you have me, awake with the monitor illuminating on my face.
I rather value my melancholy. It used to be a personality trait one was allowed to have. Like Abraham Lincoln or Lord Byron. Now one is required to grin and say things like, “Chipper!”
I feel a little numb without it or at least while I'm supressing it. And when I let it show its face, I get the constant nagging comfort people try and blanket me with - as though I a little flicker on my cosine life would cause me to flatline.
4am is a time in the morning where melancholy makes me feel a little bit more real.
And then you have me, awake with the monitor illuminating on my face.
I rather value my melancholy. It used to be a personality trait one was allowed to have. Like Abraham Lincoln or Lord Byron. Now one is required to grin and say things like, “Chipper!”
I feel a little numb without it or at least while I'm supressing it. And when I let it show its face, I get the constant nagging comfort people try and blanket me with - as though I a little flicker on my cosine life would cause me to flatline.
4am is a time in the morning where melancholy makes me feel a little bit more real.
: anti-anti-melancholy
: ridiculously embarressing kind, but its ok cos its 4am
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