sending postcards to yourself

 

there are many metonymies to a person I guess. The lightbulb reminds you of their ideas or the faucet their nature to be so quiet yet also so intense. My heart panics when I realize I feel boring. No one seems to want to know me. It’s hard. It’s tearful. But I’ll hope onwards.

 

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