Food, water, shelter.

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She no longer takes care of herself.
You can see the sun through her skin, it's too thin (like eyelids). It won't hold a shadow.
Her hands are soft and pink and splotchy.
She won't stop trying to distract herself.
She won't turn and face her troubles instead of continuing these futile attempts to ignore them.
Somebody tell her to get a grip.
Caring for yourself takes more than this.
It's time to wake up.

sum

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You're sad because you're sad.


It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.

Go see a shrink or take a pill,

or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll

you need to sleep.

-excerpt from sad child by Margaret Atwood

vividacity

the dreams are back



twisting reality once more into a tangible mess of air pools and blunt colour

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does this mean what i think

if i could sleep

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i could sleep
(in or out of my head)
for a thousand years
in a thousand places
and still couldn't face
the tears
i would shed
if i were to keep
going.

i could sleep
for a thousand years
all for love
for goodness' sake
and still wouldn't be
asleep enough
to awake
from this travesty
(my mind is slowing).

i could sleep
for a thousand years
i'd cling to it like
my oldest friend
though he
(the little tyke)
would not send
to me
any replies.

if i could sleep
for a thousand years
i'd be left uninspired
mouth gagged in slumber's scream
as hours minutes seconds end
time would blend
with a watery dream
before my tired
eyes.

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while the world was asleep
                          i wandered
         to darkened lands and lonely places
(that hovered at the creases of my mind).
as i walked,
          i pondered
the faces, they told me, i was best to leave behind.

big storm.

So I'll go to sleep
and dream about the world falling to pieces around me,
Knowing when I wake up there might be a whole new earth to fight.