xmt

my apartment is cold and smells like an old motel.
everything in it's right place but still feels miles from home.

and there's everything i was ever excited about, but didn't have the energy for
and things i never wanted but keep around
like all the feelings they don't have words for.

and it stirs something that feels a bit like a thumb in the pit of your throat.
something too dull to hurt, but enough to make you sick.