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It feels like I’m submerged

No matter how loud the music

It’s all drowned out

It’s all diluted

Since when has my room looked this grim

I see the cobwebs

I see the dead bugs stuck in my light

I see the stained whiteboard that I erased before I left

I see the dust accumulating on my piano

How nonuniform has this room been since I’ve left

The books on my shelf are staring at me

I’m alone in this room but it feels like all the objects in it are looking at me

I’m starting to develop paranoia

Could they stop looking at me

Please

written on: august 31, 2024 at 1:14 pm