2 a.m.
on my tippy toes through a house
too dark for this time of year
summer not quite here
the grey in-between
the night not quite dark enough either
to disappear into
this constant need to be seen
never knowing how
to belong in a space
not here, not now
this is where I am invisible
this is where I cease to exist
still, yearning to erase traces of myself
from spaces I was never truly in
delete delete delete
all evidence I was ever there
and then
reach towards something new
unknowing
© coldscars