Today has been about trying to convince myself why to stay awake
Some good things happened
Little good things
Big good things really don’t happen
It’s so hard to tell myself to stay awake when my dreams have the one person I want to talk to
And being awake doesn’t
Even if my dreams are a murky nightmare besides him
I don’t know who the old Japanese man and his wife are
I don’t know why I’m living with them
I don’t know why I pack unpackable rooms
I don’t know why I go to the hospital or go to the pet store or get lost on the buses and trains
And every time I dream it’s the same
But we know eachother there
There is very little in my life to live for right now
Repetitive dreams
Constantly waiting for drugs in a weird ass house with like six other people living there
And my ex
But if it means having that moment
I don’t care if I have to dream through it every time
And no one can offer me a hand
Because they’re all living their own lives
So why not make friends with the people in my dreams?
Wearing familiar faces so I’ll recognise them
I want to see someone in real life
I need someone to see
Please send me someone to see
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