The first thing I did after coming in this room was I moved my bed far from windows…

Somewhat three feet from the light affection. 

It’s salty out there, 

it’s blood out there, 

it’s blue viruses out there. 

People getting drunk just for the sake of it…

People crossing junctions just for the sake of it…

Zombies…red eyed zombies. 

Nights don’t come for them, they sleep with curtains closed up to their necks. 

They live in news feeds and molested televisions, 

they are beautiful but continuous. 

I don’t have the luxury of being a misfitting nightcrawler, 

but without the air of them…I can be a bonafide commonwealth.

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Photograph: Google.