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a girl sits on the pavement, lunch in hand wondering what kind of times they were -neither the best nor the worst of times, but times spent at a coffee shop watching the cars go by. as the rain falls -as it always falls at 2 am, steady and calming a world in limbo despite all of the chaos that i so lovingly call mine. the birds aren’t out yet, but the cars softly flash their lights i shouldn’t be here this desolate city, mine, this desolate life, mine. the plants sway softly, ever their vibrant green and your cat meows -the only thing along with your short hair and scrolling habits and off-feelings you’ve been able to keep alive this winter. lone figures in the winter, at your desks -alone in class smiling at a laptop, the papers on your bedroom floor flutter around you wind in my rooms, slashes on the push floor. slashes -also on the peaches nectarines fingertips (from falls) coffee cups in empty cafes and unthinkably blueberries. all of our photographs, a poet said they would happen, waiting to happen, i think they’re right and they’ll never happen -it’s the kind of beauty arranged and taken down, never enjoyed.
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC
neon impasse-waiting to happen
a girl sits on the pavement, lunch in hand wondering what kind of times they were -neither the best nor the worst of times, but times spent at a coffee shop watching the cars go by. as the rain falls -as it always falls at 2 am, steady and calming a world in limbo despite all of the chaos that i so lovingly call mine. the birds aren’t out yet, but the cars softly flash their lights i shouldn’t be here this desolate city, mine, this desolate life, mine. the plants sway softly, ever their vibrant green and your cat meows -the only thing along with your short hair and scrolling habits and off-feelings you’ve been able to keep alive this winter. lone figures in the winter, at your desks -alone in class smiling at a laptop, the papers on your bedroom floor flutter around you wind in my rooms, slashes on the push floor. slashes -also on the peaches nectarines fingertips (from falls) coffee cups in empty cafes and unthinkably blueberries. all of our photographs, a poet said they would happen, waiting to happen, i think they’re right and they’ll never happen -it’s the kind of beauty arranged and taken down, never enjoyed.
inspired by lofi music
#neon#impasse#waiting#chill#winter#snow#coffee#rain#soft
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC
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