the nothingness that stretches
the peppered breaths that break apart the silence
you stare out into the void,
thinking of nothing, ideas, imagery which you
cling on to, desperate to give form, to give
backbones, words, structures, to make
sense, the technicality of things
parched, the clock ticks
the mundane race, the annoying cookie cutter dream
plastered upon all walls, the dissipating will
of a sleep that bring about temporarily relief,
tomorrow comes, another day
tomorrow ends, an unforgiving nightmare
hello, you said to the dog that greets you
hello you said, counting the numbered hellos
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