{"sf1_id":2214586,"sf2_id":"Jew5Yj9n","title":"My bus’s ceiling is breathing at me","author":"WhiskerWorthy","words":225,"posted_at":"2024-12-28T08:44:49.000Z","tags":["Poem","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2214586-my-bus-s-ceiling-is-breathing-at-me","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Jew5Yj9n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/20/cf/20cf4222-48d7-4bbe-b9f0-2dfb359429e7","description":"29/12/24","content":"I find it really difficult to get excited about much these days,\n\nIt's like living inside a vacuum filter when the carpet is full of life\u0026nbsp;\n\nand letting it in would risk suffocating me.\n\nI find once wonderful things are just leaving me confused.\n\nI’m stuck watching disney films with the screen off\u0026nbsp;\n\nso it seems like the cartoon voices are awing over a great void.\n\nDavid Bowie sang about the day he’d die in the same way I don’t know what to make of my life.\n\nI try to value living, but how can shipwreck divers sell sunken paintings\u0026nbsp;\n\nwhen the water damage has rendered the art illegible?\n\nI try to seek degeneracy in ways that feel normal, but I had no clue how to go about that.\n\nLeft to my own devices, I’d moisturise in store-brand honey\n\nand kiss people for the sake of having my teeth cleaned.\n\nYour eyes, like two looming train headlights in the trolley problem.\n\nI attend the smell of you like I’m Indiana Jones exploring a valley of ancient fog,\u0026nbsp;\n\nwhere it’s all post effects and I had to pretend at the time.\n\nNowadays, the bus ceiling above me bares a mind of its own,\n\nAnd drips its thoughts down my ankles,\n\nAnd whatever advice you’ve given, drips down with them just the same,  \n‘unable to apply anymore’."}