Insomniac Musings

There are moments and instances that hurt and they resonate over and over till you get numb. Today, I was hurt. Like I was yesterday. And the day before that. Today, I'm picking out the shards of glass from my skin dropped by your words. I'm putting them into a tumbler full of water and watching them do that thing that all motes of dust do, when flirting with the air under the spotlight of the sun seeping in through the corner window in the late hours of a lazy Sunday afternoon. 
Today I saw my heartbeat on a monitor and realized that my heart too, has a skyline. I kept thinking, this time, this once, you won't shoot me down. 
I didn't quite figure what you were aiming for but I'm pretty sure you missed.

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