I want it gone. All of it.
I start to clean.
I remove all the dust
that makes me sneeze,
I remove the smudges
on the mirror
that have been bothering me.
It's still
too
messy,
I walk around.
Picking up clothes,
arranging books.
I'm suffocating,
I need some air.
I open my window,
light a candle
that smells
of happiness.
Vaccuum the floor,
throw away nonsense
that has been laying on my desk
for a while.
I want all of it gone.
I calm down,
I recognize it again.
I can be again.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
I want it gone. All of it.
I start to clean.
I remove all the dust
that makes me sneeze,
I remove the smudges
on the mirror
that have been bothering me.
It's still
too
messy,
I walk around.
Picking up clothes,
arranging books.
I'm suffocating,
I need some air.
I open my window,
light a candle
that smells
of happiness.
Vaccuum the floor,
throw away nonsense
that has been laying on my desk
for a while.
I want all of it gone.
I calm down,
I recognize it again.
I can be again.
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
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