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[lightyearsapart]

anxious hours when we have the privilege of
starting, stopping
for ourselves and i know everyone is
waiting for me and it's at these times that i most feel like
showering warmer and dressing softer
and laying down harder
sleeping deeper than ever.
the same complaints don't suffice anymore,
so i must come up with new ones:
this is not satisfaction.
even surprises don't add up to enough to
make rent or friends or love
and this may be a symptom
but i'd rather believe it is the cause.
ok so: here is what we do.
we will lay here until they come for us.
we won't have what they're looking for,
and they'll let us be.