the window to my room is open
letting in sunlight and fresh air.
i hear the sounds of birds and the breeze
as i mindlessly stare
at the circular handle of my dresser.
the sun is warming up its dark oak ****
i’m laying on my side with my blanket
covering only halfway up to my stomach.
it’s so bright and warm in here
but i feel so shallow and dreadful.
the sunlight floating in
is darker than you can ever imagine.
it’s 78 degrees but i’m freezing.
pulling up the blanket
couldn’t possibly help.
it’s long past noon
and i’ve only gotten up to
play ballade no. 1 in G minor.
after that i was done, and right now
i’m still done.
i keep thinking
“what am i even doing?”
because really,
what AM i doing?
summer is on its way
but i feel like i’m stuck
in the darkest winter blizzard.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 6:08 PM UTC
the window to my room is open
letting in sunlight and fresh air.
i hear the sounds of birds and the breeze
as i mindlessly stare
at the circular handle of my dresser.
the sun is warming up its dark oak ****
i’m laying on my side with my blanket
covering only halfway up to my stomach.
it’s so bright and warm in here
but i feel so shallow and dreadful.
the sunlight floating in
is darker than you can ever imagine.
it’s 78 degrees but i’m freezing.
pulling up the blanket
couldn’t possibly help.
it’s long past noon
and i’ve only gotten up to
play ballade no. 1 in G minor.
after that i was done, and right now
i’m still done.
i keep thinking
“what am i even doing?”
because really,
what AM i doing?
summer is on its way
but i feel like i’m stuck
in the darkest winter blizzard.
weekdays are almost as grim as weekends.
these hours i think what i would do to escape it all.
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