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my days feel like holes that my thoughts fall into. they get stuck down there, with shredded to do lists. you can't see the bottom, but it's not too deep. it's just dark, but it's a cartoon darkness. an ink shadow.
i can't sleep. i can hear someone, somewhere, downstairs neighbor probably, snoring. i can only hear every third snore, muffled as it is through walls and ceilings, but it sounds so lovely, so comforting. i want to hear those snores, and feel them resonate through my own nasal passages.
i can't sleep. i can hear someone, somewhere, downstairs neighbor probably, snoring. i can only hear every third snore, muffled as it is through walls and ceilings, but it sounds so lovely, so comforting. i want to hear those snores, and feel them resonate through my own nasal passages.