meese
theres a strange space between me and the world.
i feel like i could hold it if i wanted to.
maybe i need glasses.
my dad says i care too much about myself,
and he's right, i do.
but its hard not to when you are so scared of dying.
theres a girl in my work who reminds me of me,
though she's timid and slight, and im harsh and stocky,
she has an odd air about her.
lik...
Sunday 10th March 2024 7:32 pm
so the swan
and so the swan glides on.
and the water molten around her.
the carousel days wander lonely, meaningless clouds.
her neck, so slender and linen, can't turn to stare at the onwards.
at the rounding of the riverbanks, grass grows taller than time,
swaying in the cold air, breathing with the beating of her wings.
people stand on the mudded edge, cooing.
her eyes can see their w...
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