just keep living
without a purpose, without drive
but with a hole inside
that just keeps pulling you in, slowly
until you're nothing
then you see the sun shine
your skin glows for just a matter of seconds
and you think finally,
has my time come?
but you wake up the next day
drenched pillow
swollen face
no sun
no light
so you consume yourself again
clocks go forward but you stay still
wallowing in your calm chaos
you forget to blink
they're gonna burn
move your limbs
but don't ever feed that hole
then you wake up
to a dry pillow
not a swollen face;
but still no sun,
still no light
just your existence and non existence holding hands, bonding on the non being
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