it was'nt a creeping, but a leaving. i turned on the fan to get the stale air moving a little. took my body away from the son. got up to put some hydration back into this capsul. once there, i turned back to the door, closed, and the room with the two neatly tucked inside. nice. now the night has greeted me with silence, an empty page. this is the room you overthought in, this is the house that swallowed you whole, as you thought. who needs clothes when you have a fever hanging around you? who needs entertainment or validation when you have this steady stream of days to do your work in? (you raised your hand for the assignment.)
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second so that i might remain attatched to the earth - pitifully shrivelled like an unwatered plant.
third for the patiance that comes from only somebody locked into an unfair but inescapable hell.
fourth the enlightenment from that hell.
fifth, getting on, getting on.
harming none,
harming none.