# //still-life// (wip)

Author: VintageTheBat
Tags: Depression, Experimental, Poem, Poetry

i was feeling some kind of way, wip

revision #1

//still-life//

put myself together every morning  
see the dust motes floating  
shedding my years away  
how long can my body hold this shape  
retained under so much pressure  
under air so heavy  
every breath's an exertion  
move  
do my little routines  
passing time  
move through life  
and pretend I still have places to be  
_(god)_ please put me back in the box gently  
when you're done playing with me

first draft //lifeless//  
  
do you have to put yourself together every morning  
see the dust motes floating  
shedding my years away  
how long can my body hold this shape  
retained from being under the pressure of everything around it  
under still air  
do my little routines  
passing time  
move through the world of the living  
and pretend i still have places to be  
please put me back in the box gently  
when you're done playing with me

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