maybe if i could just sit in the sun all day with the right kind of book, the right kind of emptiness behind my eyes.
Saturday, May 5, 2018
the quiet, the tick of the clock, oh Sunday, while everyone goes on living outside my curtained window
maybe if i could just stop thinking, maybe if i could just stop feeling, then it would be all right.
maybe if i could just sit in the sun all day with the right kind of book, the right kind of emptiness behind my eyes.
maybe if i could just sit in the sun all day with the right kind of book, the right kind of emptiness behind my eyes.
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