lately i feel more alone when i talk to people
Sometimes the world should be seen through darkness And birds should call you to your destination And when you get there, everything feels like it is softer than it ought be And harder, And sharper Then everything should turn red, And your eyelashes will grow longer, And they will be platted by small ants But ants are normally small, Then suddenly everyone you have been not talking to will confront you and ask you what is going on. but you will have nothing to say and quietly you bow your head and walk away. |
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