2/365

2/365

I have been listening to the wind
from inside. 
do you ever walk by a car and question 
who drives it
to work?
sometimes I lay in the dark
after turning off the light, and I miss 
the light. I wonder what the night would feel like if I read a book instead of wrote one
in my head. 
my fingers, numb, with the desert of my body.
I think therefore I am is just another way to say
nothing.  

 

 

 

 

 

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