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Sometimes I’m not sure of where I am.

They days, they blend together.

The sunshine, fades away.

I could live like this forever.

Burn my calendars.

Smash my clocks.

This life is just one long day.

There’s no sense in waking up.

With no windows to give me light

I could start my day at 3pm.

I’m in slumber; in a trance

with no communication or connections

to the

outside world.

I’ve become a part of the past.

Suddenly my head is ringing.

There’s a tingle in my fingertips

I feel hung over and nauseated.

The first feeling I’ve felt in weeks.

Beneath my stomach there lies a phone

and as foreign as it seems

inside is a familiar voice

and he as awoken me at last.