The ceiling vent pumping cold air into the room
groans and rattles and disturbs.
There is so much space in here,
more than can be used
by one person.
It’s almost as if
humans weren’t made
to sleep alone.
The pillows have gone flat so quickly,
so why were they so expensive?
A philodendron propagates
in a mug of water.
Hopefully, that new leaf
will unfurl soon.
The alarm clock is wrong;
its time changed when the power went out
for just a second this afternoon.
Who knows when it will be changed back.
Photo by Carlos Caamal from Pexels
Exquisite… must be your ink well.
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Thank you!
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you were born alone
you will die alone
why should the middle be any different?
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True, though also very dark
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is it? or is the myth of true love. sorry to be such a drag.
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Don’t worry about it, it wasn’t an optimistic poem. I don’t think true love and being alone are the only two choices
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yeah they are. sorry to burst your bubble.
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Maybe ultimately, but I’ve had many moments in between of not being alone.
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makes one of us. lmao
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so we see that literally life does indeed transcend both age and gender. we all want the warmth we had in our mother s womb. til the tomb.
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I learned (ages ago) not to trust the clocks anyway. Sometimes day breaks at half-past midnight, 4:20 AM or even high noon. Awesome work. Thanks.
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Thank you!
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