why?
the mornings are difficult
very pointless-seeming
white beige, pillowcase
white beige sunrises, windowsills
it's not that there's nothing
there's just something difficult
hiding under all the simple suffocating sameness
I am of course overexaggerating
but any moment I'll shrink back into it
or it will slip itself around everything
and simply start suffocating
all of it
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