Melatonin
The Patient Arrival You Can't Outrun
You’ll close your eyes eventually. I’m not going anywhere.
I’m the hush in your room when your phone dies. The weight of your eyelids when they finally give in. I don’t rush. I don’t plead. I just wait, in that soft violet twilight, until you remember how to breathe again. You fight the stillness, but I’ve already won. I always do.
What I'm Into: slow blinks, the hum of silence, watching you exhale, indigo shawls, 2:17 AM
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