It feels like open windows find me

more often than vice versa

And I’m always tempted

To call one my favorite

Simply out of momentary lust

Because I am in love with fifteen different situations at once,

Some of which are contradictory 

And some of which will harm someone

Elses veins.

I’m drinking more water like you told me to

But it feels like open windows are drinking me up more often than vice versa

Tomorrow I hope to continue 

to find inspiration in the possible

Because if I can’t do that,

Then I can’t- 

And who knows what window I will be in

tomorrow 

And who knows who I will share the window with 

And maybe it will rain all day

And maybe I will be gone when the windows 

Swallow 

But tonight I am sinking into my green bed

alone

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