You’re supposed to be sleeping, but I’m awake so I don’t know why but I always get this late.

Wish I could sleep before it’s the day.

So the nights grow longer or something but then I start wanting to see the sun again.

It’s like I can’t be settled, there’s no perfect day.

I can’t find what I’m looking for or looking away. I can’t wonder at the wonder anymore it’s just probably a strange coincidence

So many like all the time like

Maybe it just already knew who knows how it makes lists I don’t

My brain can’t sit still when it’s climbing up a hill constantly a mudslide of thoughts pouring down like molasses

But it’s on the ground.

I can handle it for a moment before I forget to breathe and the thoughts get a grip and I slip

Why am I back on a hill it was the ocean why can’t I just be where I am why is it always a mountain

Or an ocean where I’m drowning

Why can’t it be just a happy good day without something getting in the way

And no paradise with a beach or a field that goes on for miles or a sight that makes your heart melt

Or do other people just like it I don’t know anymore I think I feel too much.

I think I think too much.

Do you notice the mistakes more before or after

After all how many of these sentences make sense to most anyone at all

I wonder.

Wandering through a dark place.

I feel like I’ve been here for hours

It has been 9 minutes.

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