And she allowed me to come as I've promised (a monologue with my bedside angle)

Tell me 

a word for the late night I was going to get, a new one 

Not an all nighter, not insomnia, give me a word that will stop the pain and 

Will get me a light in my room 

So I'm not left to find refuge in the dark, cause the sticker stars on my bedroom wall start to die over time, not lasting the full extent of the night, leaving without company somewhere around nine o'clock not even taking me till day break and when I was younger than I 

Am now I was convinced that staying up later meant maturity but that was before I lived the stories my shadows reenacted at night. 

To exist in the bare minimum existence: a series of beginnings #4