Things aren’t quite like they used to be
The clocks don’t tick the same
Even the traffic sounds different
Its muscle gone
The wires are quieter
Their hum less deadly
The ring of our phones manipulated
As though somehow even interruption
Could be made more pleasing

In the nostalgia of 3am
As the arctic melts
And Florida freezes
The synthetic silence tells me
“I am here”
“I am listening”
And our battery powered hearts still break
And our laser beamed eyes still cry
And no matter how different you think you are
How evolved you have become…

True love remains a mystery
And all our gods have failed

Natasha Head

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uisoo-ia//Closed//After Dark

How could she lose track of time? The sun had long set, she’d flt it long ago however the very thought of going out into the moonlight terrified her. She didn’t want to leave the cafeteria, she felt safe being inside. At least she wasn’t out in the open, under the moonlight.

She had little options though, she was being ushered outside. She couldn’t stay there forever, it made her feel sick or perhaps it was due to the fact that her core was running lukewarm. 

Taking a deep breathe, Eunji stepped out into the moonlight. It felt wrong, she felt dirty. The way the moonlight reflected off of her skin, it made her feel so cold. Eunji hugged herself as she stepped out and away from the building, she just needed to get back to her dorm. That thought alone took her mind off of the gut churning cold that had settled in her stomach. She hardly took notice of who she was passing, she didn’t want to be noticed, not while she was at her weakest.

What if someone were to attack, she had just enough sun energy to warn someone off but that was it and it would leave her almost entirely drained. She kept her head down, focusing on her footsteps rather than the chilled goosebumps upon her skin.

WIthin a second she was quite literally flat out on her back, she’d run into a poll. Her head hurt, her body hurt but most of all her eyes burned as she stared up into the moon. 

“I’m going to be sick.” Was the only words to come from her mouth