Home sucks like a Hoover vacuum cleaner.
I can’t breathe here.
Like literally… I can’t.
I think I might have bronchitis. That might just explain a lot of things.
That might explain
not being able to sing for the past three weeks or so,
not being able to sleep on my back without choking,
not being able to talk
to them,
makes me feel far away and distant
in outer space,
just floating
with bad communication and hairline fractures
gasping for air.
I don’t know.
Just my best guess,
which is the best I ever get
nowadays.
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