Cube Work
I sit here in a cube of thumbnails and paper
wondering my next move in my mind and my life
I wish satisfaction upon my dead marrow
hoping to find my place in this sour world
Lonely as I can be there must be something good
to rest my numb mind on in search of my heaven
I find the clear window
punch my white fist through it
smell the heavy damp air and finally breathe life
Daniel Remsen
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do we need to have an intervention? it almost sounds like you're suicidal! :) j/k can't wait for saturday!!!
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