i wake
i sit
in the quiet
alone
i write
tap tap
tapping
spilling out
as much
of my ugliness
as the world
can ignore
every
single
day
it brings no
peace of mind
to the pieces
of mind
i can sometiimes
find
a fool
tapdancing
in the
shadows of
a burned out
spotlight
clouds of
gnats
and disinterested
cockroachs
brown against
the brown coffee
gray against
the gray skies
bleeding colors
outside
the visible
spectrum
trapped
in a loop
of identical
hells
tapping the
ivory bones
jutting
through the
slurry of
emulsified
sorrows
only to
wake
to sit
in the quiet
alone
and vomit
as much
ugliness
as i can
enough to
not feel
it choking me
just enough
to breathe
not enough
to draw
attention
is it a
sabbatical
if no one
notices
you’re gone?
As long as you’re studying, traveling and getting paid 🤔
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no, no, and no. oof.
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Lol aw
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