Ghost moth
I'm nightwalking again. Not just awake but that'
s when I want to get in and actually do stuff. I didn't realise how much I didn't like the middle of the
day until I started being back with people who
track, conform to, and place value on living during certain hours.
I'm back in my old room, single bed and all. It'
s hard to adjust back to the way of life I had as a
kid. I've grown too much. I've gained too much. I've seen too much.
The only way I'll survive is unseen and without leaving footprints.