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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