Would you like to go to sleep now?
Yes- yeah, please.
Would you like to turn off the fan?
Do you think it’ll be better tomorrow?
I don’t know- but coffee roll for breakfast.
Did you just cry through every YouTube video, song, Voice Battle, and washing your face?
Yep. Go me.
Do you think it’ll get easier tomorrow- this….weight?
What do you think I want- huh? If I want to move, and I still stay shock still, wearing inertia like an overcoat- do you think- maybe I just don’t want it bad enough?
I think I wish you were drunk right now.
I wish I’d never been born, you know.
But life’s beautiful. I’m not ready to give it up- there’s so many holes I gotta fill. So much shit to work with-
Do you think I can?
Is it supposed to rain tomorrow?
Would be nicer to jog in the rain- less people, more refreshing.
Who are we fooling? Who’s doing the out-of-bed prerequisite to jogging, huh?
Do you wish you can unzip your bones and let your soul out, free- let it crawl under Someone Else’s rib cage and swaddle itself in their warmth and Otherness?
Yes. All the time.
Are you crying? Like, again?
Yeah, me too.