Morning thoughts, in no particular order and to no specific person

Your voice lingers in my ear.

A disembodied vibration that no longer carries any meaning.

A hum.

A buzz.

A sharp light peers in through the blinds, illuminating entangled flesh.

Flickering noise. Birds chirping. Waves crashing.

“Turn that shit off, it’s a Saturday.”

It’s morning.


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