i’m trying.
god, i’m trying.
i don’t think it’s enough
discontent is not winter
it’s summer
winter is snowfall and blankets and firelit eyes
tea just hot enough to burn
fingertips just cold enough to numb
but summer
summer is dust and dry wind and trying not to pass out
everything is hot, hot, burning
i will never be cold again
my mind is thick and slow with discontent
hazy with bitterness
and i’m
still
trying.
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