maybe some nights you don’t want to sleep, some nights you can’t. there is much to think about, and ultimately there isn’t much distinction.

sometimes in moods like this, every song you pick to listen to on headphones has a hastened tempo, hand-clapping, drumming like a marching band. laying in the dark, feet crossed and tapping, shaking a leg in a prone position.

even the rain sounds like it’s got somewhere else it would rather be.