Broken

A fortune read by a gap toothed junkie wearing a Santa hat. Some instances are overwhelming, even now. I haven't quite been myself lately, whatever that means. Go ahead, go... head spinning for hours on end, chanting itself to blankness.

I don't like being alone during the day. I don't like walking the day lit streets. A long night, lasting longer. I need this now. Long darkness. Reliable darkness, with no chance of the sun raising its hideous face into the low sky.

A car outside has an alarm set to go off at every whisper of every wind. The wind whispers often; the alarm is fucking awful. All I can do is wait, for the time being. I have done what I can. Nonsense time filled with the only time an alarm can bring.

Time stuck in the need to turn it off.