feels like insomnia...
i'm so hopeless
even when i know i'll end up with a loss
i still cling on to any chance i get, no matter how small
why? what is wrong with me?
can i not just.. wait...?
can i not just learn?
why can't i just stay still...?
i hope this summer isn't a blowout
i really want to make the best of these days...
last year was so cold...
so stupid...
blinking lights, i hate them.
i have no passion.
God, color me red,
i don't know what anger is.
what sadness is.
what love, or death is.
i'm half empty.
left and right
fly up in the night
my hopes and dreams and wishes
made up of yarn and cotton balls
and so easily carried by the winds...
we ride the clouds like birds
and we tread the ground like caterpillars
i have something sweet
softer, even lighter than air
more valuable than gold, silver,
rubies or diamonds,
bigger than all of us put together...
if only formless forms such as time
could work as bribery
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