The World Is an Old TV

A little loneliness that is all I want But the world is an old TV it can't be turned off pictures fuzzing sounds humming emotions being tossed about Just now I was hit by a huge yellow ball of anxiety followed by a yell: "Come on, throw it back! Be a part!" But I didn't want to be a part so I did nothing but let it go... A little loneliness That is all I need before I jump into the next moment

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