I slept in a tipi once...

that seven days-

i still think about the idea of someone sleeping outside in the cold-

i get very nervous and sad-

when it's cold and i am smoking in front of my home-

then again i kinda smirk and smile-

i know it could happen again-

me outside after the library closes-

sitting and waiting-

wishing and hoping-

i never thought that day would come-

shopping at the dollar store-

thinking i can make it-

all i need is something-

if it rains-

well it did and it got dark-

so i chickened out of the outdoors-

i went in search of warmth-

i found the only fresh grass in the whole parking lot-

darkness is different in the forest-

darkness is different in the city-

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