Breaking Point


Far past bedtime

But thinking anyways

About everything


Inside a white-walled room

Thinking can be easy

Everything is candy-coated

Everything is cushioned


This room

That was my prison

And my haven

Is now my release, my escape


But it is also the thing

From which I want to be released

Summer is warm

In my room, it is an inferno



Into dawn

Far, far past bedtime

But thinking anyways


I sigh in the darkness

Turn onto my stomach

It is now the breaking point

Of a new day

And of new


The End

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