So many words
Looking through the window...it's cold outside but it's even worse inside because with all these fluctuations I feel dizzy. Could it be true?
These things happen but not to me...
Just like that? And what about loneliness? What about black holes in the stomach? Just keeping doing the same to do no harm?
Lights switch on an off like my bohemian heart...so beautiful, so kind, so sweet, so bright...
And I'm looking on the bright side...but often times the bright lights turn to night
...so lonely... things are gonna happen naturally?
Are we forcing things? Well, is there any we?
See I'm all about them words, over numbers, unencumbered numbered words... Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards...
But words...they're only words...and lights from my window are such beautiful lights, but nothing more.
I'd like to be outside
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