The Night

I can feel the cold air on my face. The fan rattling. This blanket is draped over my body like the shame draped over my eyes. These walls are grey.

Colorless, odorless, absent, blank.

Love is hidden. Love is somewhere beyond these colorless, odorless, absent, blank walls.

Fear is instilled in your mind as you toss. Regret lingers in your head as you turn.

Colorless, odorless, absent, blank.

No sense of anywhere. It’s dark. All you have is your blanket and your thoughts. Your blanket of shame over your eyes, your thoughts of despair in your mind.

Colorless, odorless, absent, blank.

You feel it overcoming you-the despair. No vibrance. No flowers, pollen, cologne to smell. No people around to fill your head. Everything is gone.

Colorless, odorless, absent, blank.

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