We stare like strangers through each other into the wall
They say it gets easier while growing older. They say it’s easier to pass it unnoticed, to let it slip through your fingers.
They say you just fall asleep when you feel the need to sleep, that you shouldn’t fear the moments when it’s dark or broad day-light.
They say you wouldn’t feel the need to melt away with this almost-winter mid-light and air. And they have no clue.