it’s ticking to the next day,

my LEDs flicker in crude colors,

embodying the light of the party

—i live through it

because the only smell i deserve is the musty book one.

i don't like taking my headphones off

the silence is loud,

my heartbeat louder

the walls are too real

the roof—too slanted

it’s the next day

but no time can put my mind at ease

it’s the lights spurring it on

—it’s the car’s engine in the distance

the moon’s promising presence

i want consistency like the moon’s

i want to shine my dim light on darkness

to be the comfort to lonely souls

to show my face

—even when all yearn to see the brighter one instead.