Sometimes
while sitting and thinking
I daydream
of opening the windows
of my apartment

I don't like

and take all the things

I think I need

the things I store
every-fucking-where
in this apartment

and toss them
out of the window
crashing to the ground

leaving me
to laying on the hard wood
and figuring life out

like a newborn baby
without any knowledge
to hold onto.

Maybe then
I'll fucking get it
again.

09/06/2010

Posted on 09/06/2010
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