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Thinner (Poem I)
02:06
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"yesterday i finished reading a book, started about 8 months ago.
7 months it slept by my pillow, gathering dust,
useless, purposeless,
and we shared the same space.
i always said i’d read it tomorrow,
but it remained embarrassingly untouched.
living in periphery.
me and thinner, together for 7 months.
but 1 month ago, i picked it up again, and i could see those seven months on the paper.
i saw it in the sharpness of its edges, the coldness of its touch,
and i read it every single night.
now it sits up on my shelf, warm and complete.
its spine is spoiled, but its pages have curled up like petals,
and it glows blue and pink, and it hums like a lullaby.
today i started a new book - a little longer than the last.
and i hope you will see me to the end."
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Contemplation
03:20
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"i am a glass jar,
and a set of keys,
and i've got life ready for my taking.
these keys,
they're scratching from the inside.
i don't know where they belong, but they are mine all the same.
the shaking is making them restless,
but the traffic rumbles overhead, and you can't hear it anymore.
i am a glass jar."
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Spill
02:01
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"is it selfish to feel sorry for myself?
plenty others have it worse than me, plenty others are sad,
and i can say that i am not sad.
but i can’t say that i’m happy.
i can’t even say what i am.
i can’t even say what i am not.
i can’t even say what is wrong with me because i do not know.
all i know is that i’m not 'alright' and that i am worse than how i was feeling a few years ago.
it’s been so long since i felt anything - so long since i enjoyed anything,
and i am ashamed of that.
i am sorry if i am a bad friend, and i’m sorry if i am not a friend at all,
but believe me when i say i am trying to change.
i am fighting.
but when you fight yourself, how can you expect to win?
i am dodging my own punches, i am keeping out of my reach, i am pushing through it all,
i am staying in my bed."
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4. |
I Love The Beach!
03:38
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[instrumental]
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Wendy House (Poem II)
02:26
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"i am looking, and i think i can make it out now.
over there across the gap in my person.
i’ll have to jump for it,
but if i don’t have the strength or the technique to cover the gap, then down i will fall.
so please, hold out your hand
and catch mine if i don’t quite make it on my own.
or, if you’d like, we can both fall together.
there’s a wendy house at the bottom and it’s got our name on it."
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6. |
Moving In
02:53
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[instrumental]
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Wendy House York, UK
20 year old independent artist currently living at york university.
any and all support is greatly appreciated <3
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