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I keep reaching out.

And, today, feel further away from you than before.

I can see you.

I can hear you.

I can even sorta feel you,

Like a memory,

Or a dream.

You make me laugh,

Which makes my upper back feel like a sob.

Like wings will burst out of my shoulder blades.

And the span and muscle of the feathers will knock over all the shit in my room.

The wind of the flapping will break the windows

And the cold air will swoop in like a song.

Unable to not hear it,

Not move to it.

Music has been hard to listen to.

Because, joy?

The frequency from the speaker on my phone is becoming my least favorite thing and yet, the thing I am most dependent on,

Even more than before.

Instant oatmeal,

2 packs at once,

A banana.

“Because potassium raises your mood.”

I am a hunter and a gatherer,

Of information,

Funny sentences,

Mood stabilizers.

Graphs and curves.

Challenges,

We’re all nominated.

And time periods that all leave me in the same place.

Here in my room.

To the bathroom!

To the kitchen!

Trying to find ways to Stay Home.

And still reach outside my window.

Banging pots and pans.

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