All Is Underwater
It’s nearly 1:30. The light of the television flickers as I sit up in bed.
Shadows are cast against the mirror- things I cannot see out here in the human world.
Over my bed my dead relatives watch, and I pray lest I disappoint them, as I’m sure I often do.
I’m going to regret this- being up simply to contemplate, but it isn’t insomnia, and that is one consolation.
It’s been a while now, and despite the romantic kindred-ship, I’d prefer not to be hungover this early early morning.
Good night gracious earth.
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