Wet Cardigans Club II

I’m hollow like the 70’s bohemians

My braids are getting looser from napping for hours now

I stopped checking on what day of the month it is today

The only number I’m checking on is my cell phones’s battery

Reading my classic literature books with my sleepy eyes

I see the world through my neutral-colored eyes

I never notice colors anyways

My patience’s running thinner

I’m levitating again

3 a.m feels

Hope I’m OK

Just washed my heart

Blinked a hundred times already

Closed my eyes and vanished

Instagram: @learuzu

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