I feel spring and summer
fighting my skin.
It's hot as **** and yet
still cold in the morning,
dew sent up with the
sunrise.
My bones ache to move from
my computer desk.
I think I'll mow tomorrow,
split some simple life in half
or three-quarters and take a
pill to stop the sneezing.
I never know what world
I'll wake to.
I like to think myself reserved
but sometimes I get brake-checked
and break my voice in violent
scream.
I wish at 31 I knew myself
better.
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 11:15 PM UTC
I feel spring and summer
fighting my skin.
It's hot as **** and yet
still cold in the morning,
dew sent up with the
sunrise.
My bones ache to move from
my computer desk.
I think I'll mow tomorrow,
split some simple life in half
or three-quarters and take a
pill to stop the sneezing.
I never know what world
I'll wake to.
I like to think myself reserved
but sometimes I get brake-checked
and break my voice in violent
scream.
I wish at 31 I knew myself
better.
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