The Rebirth of Textual Narcissism
Ask me about inconsequential shit.
Ask me about inconsequential shit.
I like waking up to beautiful things. This is my alarm tone and it makes me feel like I have slept in the meadows and it is the sunlight that caresses me awake.
One particular morning on the tail end of one of the many summer trips, I lie awake in his arms and he is telling me stories. My alarm goes off at 5am so that I may make it home and it tells me, “Time to wake up. Fun is over.”
One particular morning as I lie awake next to him after an evening of crying and confusion and anger, culminating to where he ends things with me… the alarm goes off at 8am accidentally. It tells me, “Time to wake up. Fun is over.”
So I listen to this now.
Because it’s time to wake up. Fun is over.
