sometimes i wake up wondering
what is the point?
the sun hits my face every morning
but i feel nothing.
sometimes i make it to the roof
hoping that maybe if i bathe in this warmth
it’ll revive what’s dead in my body.
but i never get warm.
the cold has made a home out of me
and im trying to understand what it means.
im trying to understand how to share warmth
when i’ve learned to fall in love
with the coolness of detachment.
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