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.light.
morning and i’m awake and panickednight and i am drainedsleepfeels like a language that is deadnot romantic, but full of dreadthe in between is suffocationno escapeno memoryof why i thought it better to stay than gowho am i doing this forit can’t be me becausei‘m not herei‘m not herei‘m not herei can’t be herei don’t want to be herei don’t want to be here or there or anywhereit’s dark here…there…everywhere…i can’t find the switchdid you lie?is there even a light? -
.wrong town.
i had a dreami was running to your houseto find youi remembered it wasdown this roadtake a rightup this hillpast that fieldeverything looks so familiarit must be hereyou must be herei guess the want was too deepthat i just couldn’t seebecause right before i wokei realizedyou weren’t going to be foundi was in the wrong town… -
.dive.
can’t seem to pin downthe cause of this feari’ve been told there are no monstersin the waterto bite my toesor wavesthat will cause me to falterso why do i continue tolinger…wading close to shorebefore taking a chanceand making the dive -
.mine.
i do not belong to younor you to meand it may not be the eleventh minuteafter the eleventh hourand there may be no candleswaiting to be extinguishedbut oh how i wish you weremine -
.high.
balloons and stringthat’s what you brought to meyou set them on the table and you saidwhere shall we tie all of thesei should have knownyou would not wait for a replyas you tied them to my souland to my mindsuddenlyas i looked aroundi found that my feet no longertouched the ground -
.lost.
there is a place i like to go
when i’m feeling high
when i’m feeling low
it’s the place i am most aware
the place i am most serene
and if ever i am lost
i think you know where to find me