drained from cheering up the world whose pain is urgent and of the time,
you bleed thoughts of doom in your sleep
your dreams, turbulent.
you wake up extra early and eat a cupcake your friend made for your special day
w tingles down your spine as you feel seen for the first time in a long time
turns out, this friend sprinkled shrooms in your cupcake
in hopes that it would boost your mood
you take a walk cause you see a little sunlight peaking through
what would've been a biblical week
you are limber
you are beautiful
in this moment, music sounds better
you find a tictac in your pocket
even food tastes better (don't judge me)
flowers more inspiring
scent more divine
you can taste colors and touch emotions
and fomo is no longer real (it's not even a real word, see?)
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i'd like to get quarantined w you
an emotional hibernation
a calculated retreat
a blanket of gloom that'll kill you
twice on the way out
(but come and see,
there's still some gentle people
fucking to strawberry letter 23)
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