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I wonder if I forgot how to wake up 
today has felt like nothing
every action, a shadow, a remembrance
of things I would rather do in waking.

I wonder if I am unlearning
communication skills... 
I think, 
that I'd rather hide in here, 
away from everything, and everyone... 
and worry about not having to understand 
anyone but myself.

It's okay to believe in fairy tales 
when you can still see the hand flipping the page,
and it's okay to believe in blue skies 
when the tint isn't quite brown 
from all the factories and cars.

I want to use surplus humans for anything, 
anything other than crowding 
this already crowded closet.
I want to shove those out, who already know 
what they really are, but are just to afraid 
to believe in their own ability to exterminate.

I want someone to understand 
every morbid thought 
that creeps through my idle mind 
on a not so sunny afternoon, 
when I do believe in blue skies, 
cause I can see them through the windows

until I go to the door, 
then suddenly all has changed.
and I stand alone again, 
waiting for your return...