i stole the night.

the section that is mine is what i will stow away with in the night. clutching it in my arms as i throw up a silent prayer of inadequate longings, i will steal the night and run up to the only door i truly know. i fully appreciate watching movies because you can watch someone else figure out their own life. so if you're wondering where the night went, i stole it. i left it all upstairs when i stole the night from everyone and everything that has ever touched me, and all i felt like was a thief who knows nothing but the darkness when all the ties are cut and warmth rests upon me. a speechless nothing that i can fully appreciate like a movie about war--for i am the kidnapped of this world and i can do nothing to stop it but steal the night

steal the night

steal

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night