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By Brian Feng
Enjoy listening to this while you read:
I wake up
And stare at the ceiling,
Phone alarm beeping,
I feel tired.
Don’t feel like doing anything.
I lay in bed,
In its warm embrace
As I scroll through TikToks.
Swipe,
Laugh,
Comment,
Smile,
Double tap for a heart.
I forward them to my friends
Hoping they will laugh too.
Earphones in,
Rain dripping,
A breeze blowing –
I become a latex balloon
Weightless with helium,
And only my chair anchors me to the ground
Stopping me from drifting away.
Watching Netflix,
Red and black frays my string
And I become untethered
Floating up
And up
Into the stratosphere
And into space.
Dinner time with friends –
Laughter, Stories, Chicken, Music, Drinks.
What is she thinking?
What is he thinking?
What should I say?
We are all stars in space
Billions of us resting together,
But light years of blackness separate us.
When will my light reach others?
When will theirs reach me?
I just want to go home
But in the shower
With each droplet that rains down on me,
I am driven deeper into the quicksand.
Maybe it’s just the hormones.
You should go meet up with your friends more,
You should go and make new friends,
There’s a lot of people out there –
Find a hobby
Find your passion
Exercise
Work
Love yourself.
I spend my time on that
And I feel good.
Tired,
But good –
A feeling that makes me smile.
But sometimes a black hole opens,
No matter how much I put into it,
It doesn’t fill.
I’m sucked into it
And I vanish again.
Sometimes I hate it.
Sometimes I let it be.
If you feel lonely sometimes,
Just know that
I feel lonely sometimes too.
I don’t know why either
But I guess we’re in it together.
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