and now that i know, there's no one i relate to
and no one seems real anymore because they could never understand
without the story
and i'm laying in bed feeling more alone than i've ever felt
sort of like it's time to die
i felt ok today
felt like nothing mattered
felt blank
then i replayed
it all
and felt like a suffocating fish
everyone i could have been interested in, everyone i love the most
loves you more
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i live in a tent on a balcony
in minnesota every day is like 90 degrees
i get home from work, cover up my tent with a tarp, and climb in
the tarp keeps the heat in
i lay on the mattress in my work clothes, the air is like a warm pillow around my whole body
i stare at the blue sunlight coming through the tarp
sweating for like two hours until i get up to make dinner
when i stand and stumble out of the tent i feel like i've sweated 5 pounds out of my body.
i can never remember what i think about during those two hours afterward. laying in bed alone is a vivid/unvivid feeling.
I guess it is generally uncouth to like a poem a lot because you relate to it a lot.
I like this poem. I relate to this poem.
I am not cool.
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