soft voice, screen light, and eyes slammed closed. late nights, grey days, and aesthetically pleasing piano.

and please just keep your eyes closed. because you don’t want to see me when i’m like this. when i’m crying on the floor, and the walls start to shake, and suddenly even gravity feels unsure.

you don’t want to see me when i’m like this. when i’m not a hero. or a queen. i’m just a fucking hot mess.

and maybe i’ll see your text. maybe i won’t.

but i just… i don’t care about anything right now. you know?