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the hardest thing is
believing you're still breathing
we have come so far.
believing you're still breathing
we have come so far.
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forever and ever and ever
as in love with love and
life as i am,
i am struggling to accept that
good things can't last forever
and a touch
is simply
a touch, fleeting yet
so very beautiful & i'm so stuck
in my own (not so beautiful) brain
dreaming up things that i know
i don't even believe in,
but i want them
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interstitial.shuffling
interstitial
shuffling,
between bass music
and crazy looking floors
caught stuck dancing,
between the cocaine beat
and the existential shadow.
blinking blankly between,
trapped, I mean,
between the image and the afterburn,
incessant ringing of the slot machines,
celebrate everything
carpet
strategically designed
to ensnare me
in kaleidoscopic fences
cafe attendant
bizarrely happy to see me
escalators,
are fun-house mirrors
to catch the light of
dim fluorescents
please kill me
if I ever un-ironically use that shade of mauve
that painting in the corner,
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Angstxiety
I am work weak on Wednesday
in a heap of hangover and hesitation
with fingers on a phone haptically
actively anticipating feedback—
I need that why do I need that.
My angst and anxiety
is constant and courses
and throbs with a pulse
that demands concern
of a baby boomer crooning poetic
in the distance to call me antisocial, or you know,
you could just call me.
If being this busy in an age
of constant communication
feels like having slept
but not feeling rested,
I'd rather cancel my plans
like a responsible millennial
and go to bed.
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This is so pretty.
What I see in this is...losing someone. I lost one of my really close friends to hard drugs when I was younger, and this is about how I felt. It's like...knowing that they're still there, somewhere, doing there own thing, and you're here, in this place, in this moment, completely without them. I used to try to find her heartbeat and line up mine within its rhythm.
but that's just me.
-Frankie
What I see in this is...losing someone. I lost one of my really close friends to hard drugs when I was younger, and this is about how I felt. It's like...knowing that they're still there, somewhere, doing there own thing, and you're here, in this place, in this moment, completely without them. I used to try to find her heartbeat and line up mine within its rhythm.
but that's just me.
-Frankie