I feel it draining out of me
Like someone took the plug out of the bottom
There were words
And now my mind is so still it is frightening
Everything is so still it is frightening
The season of the rose
It was fun watching them go one, two, three
Pinkish white, white, and pink
And some beautiful blood red ones
Me, eh?
I’m constantly trying to find my season
Insisting it’s the next one because this one doesn’t fit
Dare I even think of him?
Please be okay
Days feel empty right now
Like I’m constantly struggling to never get above water
I wish I could just put my email somewhere and have people send me money
No I don’t know why they’d send me money
I don’t know why we created a system of never enough in a world that had enough
I swear I was writing earlier I must have been thinking furiously
About tramadol and headaches
About things being out for delivery for several days instead of telling you they’ve been delayed
A raven
I can now hear them calling
Ah, yes, there are the crows
There are two ravens calling
And now there are crows
The crows moved in and have taken offense to the ravens
These beings are so curious
I can see the Sun, a ball of light surrounded by grey
Can’t look at him for too long or it starts to feel like my eyes will explode
Fun
Such a weird place
They think I’m weird
I wonder where I came from?
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