new home.
it doesn't feel like home, because the walls are bare
and it doesn't smell like
incense and coffee grounds.
i miss daddy more than
i miss my sanity.
because i don't need sanity,
but without him, the chances of me
getting better are
slim.
(slim? i wish, right?)
the only thing that resembles my life
is my new closet;
organized chaos
and i love it.
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