let lemons be angry

It's quite, quite easy to be free. It's easy to walk out to a water body and stare out at it. It's easy to skip class and take photographs of quiet things.

But it's not easy falling in and out of sleep.

After one a.m. the logical part of me shuts down, and I forget all the reasons I have been upbeat throughout the day. And in the minutes that I try to wake up, I fight through a web of things i am trying to forget. Questions like why there had to be such truth, and such happiness and ease, and such miscommunication. I pull myself out of sleep and brush my teeth, and it's all gone.