I hate being alone. Well I guess            that’s not entirely true. It’s not like I constantly need attention                         or even like hanging out with people. It’s being alone with nothing to do                                                               to distract, being alone as in sitting in bed                               when everything’s dark                                         breathing heavily as you think of…

I Remember the Night Peaceful(For my Aunt, that she finds peace). I remember the night peaceful before it broke,before the constellations cracked and splitin empty, white-blue shards, fogged up with stars,and the dark dripped in through the runny seams. When You slipped away, left us with nothingbut a phone call. And my uncle made thatat…