This 11:11 air smells of rain storms soon to downpour and the shade of black covering tonight’s sky feels ominous, every wished upon star has gone incognito behind these pre thundering clouds…

My knuckles are attempting to type, but a rush of numbness is distracting. My mind is failing to organize and catalogue any thoughts. This chilled winter air isn’t aiding in any type of focus. This coffee isn’t lowering the speed of my cerebral. These headphones, these songs aren’t offering their usual dose of inspirational morphine…

My stomach is tied in knots, my vision is blurred, my chest uncomfortably heavy…

I’m feeling everything at once, but my hoodie isn’t keeping these emotions in check…

“A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don’t think I can look at this the same.
All the miles that separate
Disappear now when I’m dreamin’ of your face...” -3DD