I don't want to sleep.
My dreams have been terrible.
They involve no one I love,
what kind of place is that?
The skyscrapers in my mindscape
seem to keep going
they're so hard to scale
without moving up.
The orange tan glow
of your cheeks in the skyline
remind me I'm not home
and may never be.
Wax keeps burning,
oozing into the ocean.
Let the fish swim in
the cooling liquid.
Let everyone see how much I love
Let everyone know how much I don't
Let everyone become more than me.
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We seem so stagnant.
Catching bits of life from the corners. To truly live you need have money, college.
Ideals, life is just here. Follow it.
Robotic.
All alone and yet climbing simultaneously with the rest of existence.
It's like a plea to give up. To stop and disassociate. While they move on, content or seemingly content, becoming 'more' as you say.
I can't help thinking their idea of 'more' isn't worth anything that I could place towards it.
'Wax keeps burning,
oozing into the ocean.
Let the fish swim in
the cooling liquid.'
I'm not sure why, but that's by far my favourite stanza.
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