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everything i write about is the same.
tidal waves suspended in mid air or frozen in time
dont seem very threatening.
words over words over words.
over words.
positive outlooks vs. negativity.
im losing.
i feel stuck.
occupation.
i have this book im reading and everytime i touch it,
i want to sleep.
wrap myself in blankets, close my eyes, and forget
that i exist.
how did i get here?
the world is changing, what will you become if you dont change with it?
a statue in a wax museum,
no longer a person,
an outer shell, for people to walk by and judge.
i have this letter i want to write,
but everytime i write down the name and a sentence
im overwhelmed.
its too much, really.
i dont think you'll understand, or maybe you will. too much,
then things will get weird? i hate when things are weird.
things are already weird.
but what if you dont understand, then things will be weirder.
i better not even write.
i hope youre doing well, never hearing what i have to say about things like
water and never understanding each other when
we're probably the same.
that is important.
nobody would get this, but thats ok.
i felt alive when i first got here. i see things changing and moving to shape
what my future will become and it looks promising but
ill repeat my favorite scenes on my favorite dvd
and pretend my life is more meaningful than it actually is.
inspire me,
its been too long.
im hopeful, but not.
im okay with never knowing, if knowing
ends up drowning me.
everything i write about is the same.
tidal waves suspended in mid air or frozen in time
dont seem very threatening.
words over words over words.
over words.
positive outlooks vs. negativity.
im losing.
i feel stuck.
occupation.
i have this book im reading and everytime i touch it,
i want to sleep.
wrap myself in blankets, close my eyes, and forget
that i exist.
how did i get here?
the world is changing, what will you become if you dont change with it?
a statue in a wax museum,
no longer a person,
an outer shell, for people to walk by and judge.
i have this letter i want to write,
but everytime i write down the name and a sentence
im overwhelmed.
its too much, really.
i dont think you'll understand, or maybe you will. too much,
then things will get weird? i hate when things are weird.
things are already weird.
but what if you dont understand, then things will be weirder.
i better not even write.
i hope youre doing well, never hearing what i have to say about things like
water and never understanding each other when
we're probably the same.
that is important.
nobody would get this, but thats ok.
i felt alive when i first got here. i see things changing and moving to shape
what my future will become and it looks promising but
ill repeat my favorite scenes on my favorite dvd
and pretend my life is more meaningful than it actually is.
inspire me,
its been too long.
im hopeful, but not.
im okay with never knowing, if knowing
ends up drowning me.