tonight
I don't want to talk to anybody
I just want to listen to Zoë Keating.
people are mad wolves
or maybe I'm out of my mind.
there's a haven I reach every few days
I'm trying not to be
greedy
possessive
insatiable
about it.
my university has never been that disappointing. from the eight terms I've been through, this one is going to break the record of futility.
can envious friends
absent friends
still be trusted?
mother and father are growing more and more distant after I set them adrift.
so, I have to be careful of my haven
not to break it
but not to let it dominate everything I am.
call me an equilibrist.
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