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I sit alone in my dorm room the last week of the first semester.

I am calm now, listening.

(I hear you.)

(I hear you.)



Greeting green after overtime feels

habitual.

It is a life alone, quiet but real,

not putting up the fronts I had to

when I was loud.

I'm falling in love with a routine,

another hilarious blonde girl,

a passing rain cloud.

We have to keep laughing to pass the time.

I love it,

it was impossible that we could be this lucky.

I love it,

our stories are somehow intertwined.



I need to breathe more.

I can do that with this music and deep blue floor.

Maybe the equation of freedom has a variable Distance,

maybe I'm stronger than I think I am.

And then again-

maybe not.

I can see the bay tonight,

the last night of this semester,

tell me what are you seeing at home?

TELL ME WHAT ARE YOU SEEING AT HOME?!