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cloudy days
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((i wish i could
stay here with you
stay here with you
stay here with you
i can’t stay here no
i can’t stay here no
i can’t stay here no
i can’t stay here no
i don’t want to leave
i don’t want to leave
i don’t want to leave
i don’t want to leave))
my feelings on the last day in new york
the water feels new. fountains i haven’t seen since i arrived. there will be a new year. new water. next time.
i’m in the park at 6am. the sun rose and i looked in ther wrong direction. i looked towards you. i guess this makes you my rising sun.
i think my dad is coming today. i thought i’d have more time. i don’t. i think that’s okay.
i want to be functional not a distraction. i’m dysfunctional and i’m sorry, i swear i’m trying.
hours until i see you. i don’t know why but you’re the only one i want to hear my thoughts. not all of them.
you can see the world clearer when you don’t dream of cloudy days.
i feel more awake when no one else it. i want to be alone. i’m afraid i’ll be alone forever.
am i scary or do i just scare me? i’ve held a knife at my throat. i never said sorry. it’s more beautiful when it feels like only i exist. i’ll apologize for that later.
the sun is higher. i left my laundry dancing alone in a basement.
the sun is higher. i left my laundry dancing alone in a basement.
the sun is higher. i left my laundry dancing alone in a basement.
the sun is higher. i left my laundry dancing alone in a basement.
freedom, what does it mean in practice? does it mean body will float away? i hope so
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the in-between page
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if someone could read the pages in between someone else's existence, would they find a soul? or an almost empty box of paper clips?
it's like watching someone else dream or remember their memory. except they're a liar and they haven't dreamed in years.
when you open the in-between page of my existence you will find a picture of an object somewhere that no longer exists in that place as that exact thing and you won't understand it all.
when you open the in-between page of my existence you will find a picture of an object somewhere that no longer exists in that place as that exact thing and you won't understand it all.
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