4:43am.

Sleepless. Talking to people who are paid to stay awake. I feel down in the dumps.

"if it affects you, stop reading..." I read and I piece together a picture. I do not know if the picture is an accurate one but it does affect me. And there's nothing I can do. I can't write poetry. Her heart's flown.

all i feel tonight is the emptiness of being down.