#leave it to me to get intensely and overwhelmingly introspective at 1 am every night

[its-nowl]

My gender is the ticking of a clock reverberating off the quiet walls around me. The echos send a shiver down my spine, inspiring me to move faster.

My gender is the sound of the impact of my feet against the smooth, cold wooden floor.

My gender is the chill of the air outside, the open windows along the walls happily inviting the sharp and frigid gusts of wind inside. My shivers intensify. Maybe I’m a bit underdressed.

My gender is the low, howling voice coming from the woods. It seems to get closer with each gust of wind. What does it want? Do I want to know?

Of course I do.

My gender is the creeping but comforting feeling that something’s wrong. If something were right, I’d be concerned.

The howling grows closer still. Not much longer til it reaches me.

My gender is the flood of conflicting emotions I feel when I wake up, warm and in bed. No evidence that I had been pursued by any monsters beyond the walls. I just escaped. I think I want to go back.

Does that make any fucking sense?

#leave it to me to get intensely and overwhelmingly introspective at 1 am every night #but without the words to describe my feelings in a coherent and direct way #it just comes out in the form of stuff like this #hhhhh I wanna crawl into a ball and just Be #cryptid #cryptidcore #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark academia #void #voidcore #forestcore #writing #ramble