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houses

i walked

stalked

through the suburbs. streetlight lit, illuminating the faintly glowing cigarette that i drew to my face evermore in times of sadness.

looking upon familial homes.

nice houses with nice people. probably with kids.

and i am out of place

a lonely, monochrome clad wanderer.

a single speckle of grey paint in a painting of a rainbow.

an accident, a mistake placed upon the world to being pride to the gutter dwellers because

hey, at least they’re better than someone.


and the lights,

the lights do play cruel tricks on me tonight.

splitting apart and realigning. fading and glowing in the distance.

flickering on and off.

on and off.

off and on.

on and off.


my mind keeps me in check.

step quickly, one two, one two, to the woodlands. find a bench to rest your tired eyes.

tired feet.

tired hands.

tired tongue.

tired everything.

it has been nearly a year since you last slept well.

slept full.

slept peacefully.

though, in a world where peace is a privilege and not a right, who am i one to complain.

as if i ever deserved a good nights sleep.


so i raise my lit cigarette to those out with me,

on a night where the lights play tricks through teary vision,

and i say i love you.

because more than anything, you need love in your life now.

i expect naught back for ive rarely been told it and meant it.

but a surface level connection is a connection nonetheless.

i hope you sleep well.

i hope you dream fully.

i hope you weep and wake and find a new world.

and i hope you tell me what it’s like to know peace.


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