is there a place i should go
to feel better about what i'm seeing?
what's some sort of exit strategy to lift
what is becoming habitual
or routine
away from my senses without being planned
or schemed
?
i'd think it'd be easier to keep breathing
than think
and i'd think it'd be easier to keep floating
than sink,
but i really don't know anything...
it's only monday, december eighth
at nine fourteen PM.
what do i know now
that i could tell myself in ten minutes
or ten years?
what do i know that's got more to say
than a jar full of blood, sweat, and tears
?
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