slick back eyelid, it's the night already

all nerves.

rain, then no rain. the sunset harkens the chill. tropical weather days. desert nights.

the feeling of needing to go somewhere, but not knowing what for. the feeling of inertia, as though i should have stopped moving or as though i am still moving but not fast enough.

in alaska it's all ice on the tundra.

sick laughter of old men bleeds in from the next room. thick shouts of the neighbors and the sound of falling things, then thrown things. strangers asleep on the couch, restless limbs pleading no to the light. easy tears quietly in the afternoon for no reason. swift interactions that leave a vacuum in their wake. no moon.