The Things We Learn Right Before Midnight
the things we learn right before midnight
what's keeping you from sleeping?
nothing. i'm just not ready to hit the sack.
why's that?
you really want to know?
yep.
okay. but i don't want you to think i'm crazy or leave this bed running, alright?
i wouldn't do that.
right. okay. hmm. so, 24 years ago, on the eve of my birth, my mom decided to deliver her child in a graveyard. the city's farthest most forgotten graveyard. she's an artist, though; a lover of contrasts & a chaser of the dark.
oh
july 21st, lost in the depths of a summer night amid traces of grief, sorrow & dried petals, my mum gave birth to a baby she’d almost immediately hold between her arms. i don't remember this of course, but i've been told she murmured:
'hey, little one. i need you to think of death as your friend. a mutual. an ally. a confident.'
from that day on - my entire life, basically- i've never slept before midnight.
i stay still by the side of my bed, patiently waiting for my oldest friend to come sit by my side.
once he shows up, we tell each other how life treated us that day in our own sides of the realm. we then hold hands & together, we end the life of yet another day.
- @skinthepoet
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