Tuesday, March 24, 2026

it’s morning and it feels like evening

mumble something into my neck

our senses are all we’ve got

keeping us attached in time

else we’d just float straight away

everybody’s walking around

trying to not get hurt

it’s morning and we’re making breakfast

orphans squirming in the dump

we just want to watch tv

ghosts sigh and go back to sleep

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