alone
the simplest thoughts run through my mind:
how you make me feel warm, but still a bit chilled
like the tights I wore today.
youareskintightclosetome
but I rest easy knowing that I'll always be able to breathe
how i hate big cities
but i love being lost in time
panicking
wondering
trusting your instinct
because I don't trust myself enough
how i don't think simple often
and that i should do so.
feeling lost has never felt so found.
it's breathable
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