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This one feels lost in time, but it is from last year. which was a VERY long year

You spent the weekend inventing ghosts
Scared yourself studying eyes in mirrors
Making time whistle and growl
As you convinced yourself
-As you always do-
That behind the darkness there was nothing.

You saw zombies in the rain
Felt guilty for not saving them
You watched drunks do the tricks that drunks do
With sad slow casual hatred

And you thought that hope had left the street.

In the privacy of the backseat
You counted front doors
Front windows
Tidy gardens
Pastel walls

Counted the dreams
These houses did not have.

You watched the smirking self-destruction game
Played out by a boy with more thoughts than he could handle
The tired heaviness of the stumble slurs
Made you hate him just a little

You told your secrets to your friends
And found they were not listening
You dressed up
Fell down
Let go
Made a lot of noise in interesting ways
But you may as well have been silent.