This bright, spacious room
with its sunny windows and art-covered walls
morphs so quickly into
a choking prison when
I'm falling apart.
Ceiling presses down like
the lid of a gas
chamber
All the mementos, drawings, and cards
festival bracelets, stickers, and tickets
mock me with memories, people
I've lost, times
have gone
places, I'll
never
be
again.
Alone in this room, turns into a box, a
sanitarium, a coffin, isn't there
supposed to be padding
over these spikes
I'm losing
losing
losing
my, why, I'm
losing, I'm
losing, I'm
losing my mind
I'm losing why mind my
losing, I'm
losing, I've
lost you already, why
do I always lose
everyone.
In this room, turns into a coffin
Help me I'm choking alone in this box.
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
New computer lets me comment on your blog. I miss knowing that I could run into you. that your energy is in the city. Love you and love you being free in the world making it a better place
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