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so now i’ve got to go a home that’s not quite mine sleep in a bed that doesn’t feel right in an extended state of limbo lonely, no one to hold me, nothing to distract me from feeling can’t talk to anyone, the only one i need is asleep and too far away i put off sleeping, knowing that i will cry in bed and sure enough, i do can’t breathe any more but no one can hear nowhere is home. i feel lost and impermanent / transient / passing through. --3.12.20