Curled up in bed
in a room so picturesque we ought to drown in the light.
the room’s 3 white walls were purposeful in their choosing of tone.
one green wall to scare off thoughts of visitors questioning the “nut house vibe” of monochromed creams.
They'd be right.
everyone is usually right they just lack the courage to face a lion
never fonded a leo, they’re too loud for me
irony.
In bed trying to breathe. the blue pill taking any glimmer of light from my corpse
feeling dead.
a living version of dead i suppose
this just got morbid fast didn’t it..?
funny how you don’t consider death until
death is sitting next to your soul on public transit trying to see up your skirt
Death is everywhere and he doesn’t fit the stereotypes
my thoughts seem scattered today.
it’s only fitting
apologies for those following along.
we won’t be long
just jotting down more nonsense on a page
because this page is my life and my life feels
nonsensical
curled up in bed so shivered it's a triumph just to write down letters
forming words
forming some sort of proof that I was here
scared and alone but typing nonetheless
here.
Curled up in bed.
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