Last night, I slept properly for the first time in almost exactly three weeks.
Uncertainty does something to you. Twists your stomach up, turns it around, keeps you from eating, keeps you from sleeping. It mimics anxiety, flirts with excitement. It becomes a high, you live in it. You become it. You become me.
The peace I feel now has tricks of its own. It masks disappointment, does not acknowledge sadness. It is busy, active, but it will not be restless. Wouldn't that be completely contrary?
I drown in Solange, because her words do exactly the same thing. She cries in uptempo beats, and laughs in blues. We pretend together, and are happy.
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Uncertainty does something to you. Twists your stomach up, turns it around, keeps you from eating, keeps you from sleeping. It mimics anxiety, flirts with excitement. It becomes a high, you live in it. You become it. You become me.
The peace I feel now has tricks of its own. It masks disappointment, does not acknowledge sadness. It is busy, active, but it will not be restless. Wouldn't that be completely contrary?
I drown in Solange, because her words do exactly the same thing. She cries in uptempo beats, and laughs in blues. We pretend together, and are happy.
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