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depression killed my creativity and it's going to take more than sunshine to get it back

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i want to buy these mice a home so

that their presence helps keep the table clear

i think i’ll place it in the gap between the door and the floor

in the hopes of keeping the noise out and

of having at least one of us feel

a sense of being welcome

 

the paper bags in my hands wouldn’t feel

heavy if they knew where they were going maybe

and hitting my head against the bed again doesn’t stop me from

showing off the letters on my chest although

i’ve been known to miss the mark

 

if there's a spark in her eyes it’s 'cause she stole the light from mine

but i like the cold because it makes me feel alive

 

my favorite part comes around

when the two trains meet and for a second

i can catch a glimpse of everyone’s place in the world

before we’re whisked away to

our respective loneliness

 

or maybe it’s where the streets

run narrow like those in the places where

connection, if anything, tastes a bit more genuine

it's quite polarizing but this time i’ll seek

comfort in the grey of it until it

all comes rushing back

 

they say home is where the heart is so this probably still isn’t it

but it will do for now

 

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Written by
camps
American
Published
Feb 27, 2018
Lines·Words
28·220
Notes

[new york city] | [definition of home] | [pursuit of cold]

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#newyorkcity#home#cold#belonging#creativity#depression#purpose#sunshine#comfort#loneliness
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