What He Knows II

Indeed, the night is long. My hands don't tremble when I stare at them, but I feel abandoned in this space as if I were a used rag that has already been thrown away.

I can't stop crying because it feels like my entire body has been torn apart by the earlier fire touches that have now vanished like icy shivers.

It gives me the impression that I want to feel regret, but I also feel like I can't. When I entered this event,

I didn't want to go through it, but I also can't say I don't want it.

Even if I desired it before, I can't seem to remember what I wanted to do for the evening now that all that's left of me are some clothes that are on the ground, hickeys all over my body, and a coat that Casimir urges me to take inside. So, I didn't even try to take it.

I'm resting on the bed with my eyes tightly shut, and it remains there.

I take a few slow, deep breaths and turn to face the window next to me. It does have moonlight beams, but I have no id