Thursday, April 10th or 11th

Thursdays are hard for me.

I wake up when I need to but not when I want to.

I move, but my body doesn’t.



My headphones couldn’t possibly move the music from my ~device~ to my ears well enough.

I plaster the speaker to my ear,

Trying to make myself move.


I need a drug.

The train station is empty.

You might think you see people you know.

You don’t,

You know.

Sit down.

Train moves,

Body doesn’t.

Snow falls,

In some way.

I think,

In some way.

We live,

In some way.

Thursdays are hard.

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