floored to the ceiling
I go way out past the streetlights. I go way out past memory. The library book expired in the orchard at 3 a.m.. Friendships, too, expire. Did you see what I did to myself, walking alone at three in the morning? I exchanged my breath for fog. I gave up youth for exhaustion. I walked until I was too tired to be lonely. I'll fall asleep and crash through another empty dream.