Instead of looking down on me you could be laying down beside me..

Oh..

..should I come to you?

I see.

I look lazy wrapped inside the sheets.

I understand why you look down on me.

Fabric on my face

staring out and into space..

..you’ll understand if you just lay with me.

Fabric on our faces in my hands..

..I move my wrist and light begins to

dance..

..through the gaps that the crossly stitched pixels provide.

When I had younger eyes..

I’d lay like this a lot..

But that’s not the point.

(Obviously put, fine poet.)

But that’s not the point

Meta is main..

..and so, main’s the wandering eyes.

I’m leaking.

This isn’t who I want to be.

Culture is moving to the moment you are in.

Culture is moving back to where it’s always been.

Do you see how I can make this fabric disappear if I hold it against the light like this?

I don’t have a hard time breathing under here but it does make me feel matrix'd just a bit.

Incubated.

Womb-Like.

I love being comfortable.

Is this what you expected when you lay down with me?

I didn’t really know what I wanted when I asked.

You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.

But I would like to lay here a little longer before I get up and get back to work.

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Written by Will Juergens (YouTube / Twitter / Instagram).

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