Donnerstag, 12. Juli 2007
on t...
on the exterior of my bedroom door there are thirty six polaroid photographs of people i don't know, but see everyday. each of their faces tell a familiar story different only in degree, and not in kind. looking at the door in the morning makes me feel uneasy, it is an eyesore. when i am sad, i open a shoe box poorly hidden beneath my bed. remove the half torn pack of belmont milds and i count the twenty dollar bills i've been saving. saving for when the eyesores are out of sight. saving for when existence, is no longer a chore .
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maybe one day i will send you a polaroid for your shoe box, one that tells a story different from familiar places.
nothing like a horrible room to sleep in to make bad days worse.
something foreign. i would like that.
indeed, perhaps next year will be better.
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