day
as you walk you see faces. they are warped. you are happy. but today you are away from your support system and your soul is scratchy. you make a phone call and words like medicine smooth the raw edges. seawater dissolving the sandpaper shell of your soul
night
you plunge into beautiful sound waves. the beating in your head mingles with the beating of your heart and the beat takes the worry away
"She is a child and a mannequin and death. I can't hate that."
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