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I find it really difficult to get excited about much these days,

It's like living inside a vacuum filter when the carpet is full of life

and letting it in would risk suffocating me.

I find once wonderful things are just leaving me confused.

I’m stuck watching disney films with the screen off

so it seems like the cartoon voices are awing over a great void.

David Bowie sang about the day he’d die in the same way I don’t know what to make of my life.

I try to value living, but how can shipwreck divers sell sunken paintings

when the water damage has rendered the art illegible?

I try to seek degeneracy in ways that feel normal, but I had no clue how to go about that.

Left to my own devices, I’d moisturise in store-brand honey

and kiss people for the sake of having my teeth cleaned.

Your eyes, like two looming train headlights in the trolley problem.

I attend the smell of you like I’m Indiana Jones exploring a valley of ancient fog,

where it’s all post effects and I had to pretend at the time.

Nowadays, the bus ceiling above me bares a mind of its own,

And drips its thoughts down my ankles,

And whatever advice you’ve given, drips down with them just the same,

‘unable to apply anymore’.