scary bedtime thoughts

you laugh at frightful moments until the sun turns low seeking the quick transition of sleep but first patiently waiting for the eyes to fall

leafblowers in the morning

it is not until you grow tired of the roaring of machines and the crashing of the present will you finally enjoy the silence

in reverse

into the sweet comfort of nothing i take my last breath ive decided it is enough but was it worth it in the end the emotion of life happiness sadness satisfaction blend together like paint experiences feelings and memories ive learned nothing is meaningful besides the things i hold dear i know how its supposed to end but what do i do from here?