∯|Today's song

https://open.spotify.com/track/39iczvfNkZstM8KY8dNDFC?si=de1fe529324d4840

I didn't feel the suns reset this morning. Everyday is its own, and we feel that when we wake. But i still feel the weary aftermath of last nights tears. Fingertips that lack-there-of still press against the insides of my mind, causing a mediocre sense of ache that plagues my brain. The drain of my puffy lids is still present when i close my eyes. Every inhale of air is spoiled by the rough texture of my throat. I hold this almost material aftermath in my hands, even if the emotions that came with it have faded and reset with the sun. 

The day has not reset. And so i proceed into this day. blue hour encapsulates the sun as if cupped in waiting hands. Constant thunder, constant rain, constant blue. Its surreal, and there's something ever so specific in the air today. It troubles me, and i have a hard time thinking, envisioning. The bridge between my mind and these words feels severed. Two days in one has exhausted me, and i write no further.