(872) re-press
the weight of living re-presses down (does it ache for you to get up each day?) it’s hard, to get up each - every - day. my head pounds. i always sleep late (stay up til six to talk to you when you’re home from work) which makes the day drag until i’m home from work. i feel feverish; like the world’s gone blurry (our glasses would clash when we kiss, right?) dizzy mind - feel like a fist just kissed right past-- huh. strange imagery.
i should lie down, if my brain’s saying funny things (settling you in the now involved dad jokes. you love-hated it.) i haven’t made many jokes in a while. i love hate it, being alone
i’ve been alone for so long now, right? it’s just returning to it (you were perfect for me, but i guess i wasn’t good for you) being alone is perfect, i’m so used to it. i guess that’s good for me. ah, i should sleep. just gonna wait for uber eats (have you eaten recently? are you okay? i care for you still) cafe food, y’know. i hope it’s okay. i care about eating good food!
goddamn why do my thoughts (i think about you all the time) always revolve around the same things? (i think about you all the time) being sick, eating food, sleeping. i guess it makes sense. (i think about you all the time) it’s what happens when you’ve been alone for a long time. (i think about you all the time)
these days i don’t think of you at all.












