Day Six Hundred Eleven.
once upon a time i thrived off of late nights and rainy days,
cozy winter mornings and finger tips thawing in the sunset.
then the days became longer and my body grew weary;
more time spent traveling from point A to point B
than actually being there; present.
my mind can no longer handle late nights, shutting down
long before two hands strike double digits.
instead of fiery passion, caffeine flows through veins,
creating a temporary state of consciousness; a false sense of serenity.
sometimes i wonder where i lost myself.
on which train platform did i leave the better half of me
for someone else to find