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Lives in Los Angeles. Really likes nachos. Probably loves them. A lot. Plays in some bands.
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12:19
It's a new day,
but it all feels the same.
The sheets on the bed look cracked,
and feel worn down.
They embrace me.
It's comfortable.
At least it feels that way...
If the eyes are the window, I made sure to put the blinds down.
No one's home.
The hinges on the door are broken, I suppose if --
you wanted,
you could walk right in.
At least it feels that way...
You were successful.
In all of those hours you made claims of self-hate,
False shame,
I paved way to my own fate:
To be your slave.
And I haven't escaped.
At least it feels that way.
but it all feels the same.
The sheets on the bed look cracked,
and feel worn down.
They embrace me.
It's comfortable.
At least it feels that way...
If the eyes are the window, I made sure to put the blinds down.
No one's home.
The hinges on the door are broken, I suppose if --
you wanted,
you could walk right in.
At least it feels that way...
You were successful.
In all of those hours you made claims of self-hate,
False shame,
I paved way to my own fate:
To be your slave.
And I haven't escaped.
At least it feels that way.
To the Cosmos
I wonder what infinity feels like.
Because 7,665 days sure feels like forever.
Not that I'm counting.
Besides, I just looked up how long I've been breathing
— and I feel those breaths fleeting.
Do you think you would grow tired, after walking the earth, unfettered by plagues and the herd?
Keep walking...
Oh, the sights you'd see; how many moons and suns would pass as you roam free, constantly moving... like the sea?
As you gaze at the blanket of vast skies and black nights, would you recognize that the bright lights that shine lost their luster and have suffered at the hands of time?
But not you.
No.
Time would not be your friend.
Time would be the villain that haunts your dreams, that begs for screen time as it reminds you that your friends will come to pass into the void of eternal rest,
a blessing in disguise...
It's okay to say goodbye.