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[ipsi_dixit]

things within me
are not organized
categorized
realized...
until sometimes it is too late.

i can see the sun coming up
but i do not feel it

i can hear your voice on the telephone
but i do not feel it

all i can feel is the things that i lack
the things i am without
the things that are not there
the things that will never be there

there is a dull ache somewhere inside of me
a bruising of the heart
that i know will heal with time,
if i just quit poking at it
and just leave it alone

the slant of the shadows on the kitchen floor
that you once dreamt about,
are fading, and i'm just wanting to be rid
of all of this... kinda sorta
i want things to fade

i can see the light of day come through
the slats of the blinds and i wonder
if sleep will come with the sunrise

i hope so