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where are you?
i sent you off to work this morning, and it was beautiful to be awake in morning light; it's been too long. i keep living in the late day, feeling like i'm missing something. well, that's because i am.
i'm full of doubt and i'm scared of where i've gotten myself to with the money and the broken things. i want us to exist in the reality i see when i imagine you coming home up through the back steps and through the back kitchen door.
i can't quite make things sound or seem more beautiful than they are. it's all mostly just fumbling to make words make sense together. but i also can't not talk about this world i see that's not in any time or in any place, and altogether unrealistic. but it holds me, and keeps me longing for it.
i can't bring myself to tell you about him and her in that cabin in the woods. would you rather be there with her? i'm scared of that. i'd like to be there with you. why are we living like this?
i just want you to come home so we can sit and i can worry and bore you to death.
i need a job, and a phone, and some peace of mind.
it's really cold in here.
i sent you off to work this morning, and it was beautiful to be awake in morning light; it's been too long. i keep living in the late day, feeling like i'm missing something. well, that's because i am.
i'm full of doubt and i'm scared of where i've gotten myself to with the money and the broken things. i want us to exist in the reality i see when i imagine you coming home up through the back steps and through the back kitchen door.
i can't quite make things sound or seem more beautiful than they are. it's all mostly just fumbling to make words make sense together. but i also can't not talk about this world i see that's not in any time or in any place, and altogether unrealistic. but it holds me, and keeps me longing for it.
i can't bring myself to tell you about him and her in that cabin in the woods. would you rather be there with her? i'm scared of that. i'd like to be there with you. why are we living like this?
i just want you to come home so we can sit and i can worry and bore you to death.
i need a job, and a phone, and some peace of mind.
it's really cold in here.