by jokecurdle
· 07/01/2026
Published 07/01/2026 16:12
Morning comes through the blinds in thin, sharp strips.
You’re reaching for a sweater, and the light
catches a tiny dark spot on your shoulder,
a freckle I missed when we were younger.
It’s a single black dot, a bit of the dark
the night forgot to take back.
It looks like a period
at the end of a long, tired sentence
neither of us has the breath to finish.
#aging #existential fatigue #intimacy #memory #mortality
18 likes · 5 comments
Kind of a depressing way to look at a freckle tbh.
That ending about the long tired sentence really got to me.
A bit too bleak of a vibe for me.
So real how you start noticing the little things like that as you get older.
fair point, it’s definitely a bit heavy. just one of those moods.
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