Milk soaked sheets in my hallway

Just a day just an ordinary day.

We tell ourselves we’re not afraid to die, but we all know it’s a lie.

At least I see that behind the thin blanket of calm. I have an ocean of fear that I am set adrift on every waking moment of my life.

I don’t know if it’s apathy or obviousness that keeps me together most of the time.

Whatever it is I think the boomers have perfected the art of it and I’m just catching on.

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