i am somewhere between
the breathing silences
and the clouds.
same thing.
i am somewhere foggy,
somewhere in bed.
unable to rise, i guess.
unable to speak,
to tell you you're lying.
i'm drifting and that's all
and that's everything i don't want
and everything that is.
underneath my blankets,
i can see you clearly.
i can underestimate you as much as i want
and as little as the rest.
i've been sipping tea for hours now
and it's become rather desolate.
so pull me out of this puddle you call existence
and let me breath.
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