down to the odd place
2013-03-13 | 4:25 a.m.
I'm 17 again. In my old bed. I laid out on the driveway Like I used to. I haven't eaten but a sandwich In the past three days. Even less, the weeks before that. If I sleep, it retires within 3 or 4 hours. I thought if I left I could come to life But there is so much work to be done On a ship wrecked while still at sea. Do I need to be thinner? More active To be brave? Is my confidence waiting for me In the throes of a desperate shudder... Will the smell of sweat and skin Awake a fainted heart? Read, walk, drink water, eat less, stretch, practice something, practice anything, practice breathing And seeing And pretending to be Myself
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