all of the lights, all of the nights.

simply trying to figure out what it is i am feeling.
bored? restlessness? heartbroken? witchful?
i'm waking up in ten thousand different beds and can never figure out in which i can feel like home.
 
safety. wouldn't that be something. i'm shaking my head for hours trying to breathe my way into myself. the core. the core.
 
 

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