“Better than wishing back yesterday”, my witch giggles, stealing the cup of tea from my hands as it starts raining.
I want to live.
I want too much.
Can I just live tomorrow?
I want to live too much,
but not today.
Maybe another day.
Not maybe,
I am sure.
I want to live.
Just not today.
I can‘t exist.
Just not today.
The world is off.
The world
stopped turning.
I can‘t breathe.
Please turn around,
please turn again.
I want to live tomorrow.
I want to live.
It is too much.
I cannot breathe.
I‘m breathing in.
My lung collapsed,
never knowing
it was full.
I want to live tomorrow.
And grow some skin,
until then.
I want to live.
I want to live so badly.
I can‘t take it.
Not today.
But maybe,
another day.
I want to live.
I want too much.
I want to live too much.
Maybe tomorrow.
Is there even going to be another day?
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