November
this messy house and restless sleep and hours of staring at tiny bright pixels flickering and wavering after a while, this tired sore knee and aching foot and a combination lock at the gym growing a thin, stale layer of dust, this foggy head and tired eyes and longing looks at a soft black case that's opened far too rarely, this dying car and long dead iPod and all of this entropy collecting on everything I own and am,
every day a little bit more like a drop in a bowl, this blood thins and this skin dries and I ponder with my hands on the keyboard the next words I will write and how they could possibly make all of this go away
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tseulik) wrote,
