Hangovered eyes burn from the salt
The entered light projects the face onto the table
That might be me
It might be this
I might be here
and walked to the window,
stopped,
pointed to somewhere,
and then showed me how beautiful the weather was
Ashton Road is almost aglow with light
I want to touch you,
but you are not located here,
there, or anywhere else.
Now, the sadness is not as intense as the grief
I refrain from crying
due to the pain in the corners of my burnt eyes
I want to know what I actually want
I refrain from crying
due to the pain in the corners of my burnt eyes
I want to know what I actually want
The easy chair, garden fence, and shoes also appear real
Hangovered stomach wants to survive
Easy pains with thick blood
Thinking about termination is always unpleasant
It feels like dusk that cannot be happening
The complete solitude acts as a catalyst
That might be me
Is that me?
That breadcrumb on the cushion
is rolling toward me
it might want to cheer me up
Hangovered stomach wants to survive
Easy pains with thick blood
Thinking about termination is always unpleasant
It feels like dusk that cannot be happening
The complete solitude acts as a catalyst
That might be me
Is that me?
That breadcrumb on the cushion
is rolling toward me
it might want to cheer me up
I feel thankful
while watching the withered dandelions in the garden.
while watching the withered dandelions in the garden.
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