i want something out of the ordinary, something even vaguely different.
because everyday now is just a mix of glazed eyes and muffled words in a haze that doesn't even lift.
mornings a cup of tea to keep warm in the cold, afternoons a bus ride, evenings a whole lot of things that happen, and then its night before its morning again.
so sometimes i sit and breathe and i want to scream until the tightness in my chest knocks on my heart and finds itself at home.

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