(set to "such great heights" by iron and wine, and this hotel window)

warm, dark, and mostly quiet.

the aged desk lamps
are too loud to turn on,
and the wiring in one wall
buzzes too loud.

the curtains
block the light from the window
that i need to avoid for now.

im here so i can take a break from feeling sad,
but the plastic transparent handles on the curtains are teardrop shaped.

i guess you can't cover up
or escape feelings
you gotta do something about them.
no, you gotta feel them.
they guide you
and tell you what you need
but don't let them take control of you,
because that's when shit goes downhill.

kinda like when you microwave pizza for too long
it dries up
it goes rock hard
and it's not very pleasant

you gotta figure out what works for you,
and sometimes,
that involves sacrifices.

but you'll be happier
i promise