sometimes you wake up and you're hollow

your whole body feels like a hole waiting to be 

filled with something

but nothing satisfies

so you lie back and stare at the ceiling 

eyes lazily tracing the patterns and cracks 

seeing but not really seeing

like you're there but not really there

mind absent, exploring some far off imaginary place

where you are not you and your life is not your life and

you're not lying on your bed feeling



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