…sir thomas
…i envy him-
he doesn’t even toss or turn-
curled up like artwork-
no deep exhales, but all breaths at the same pace-
so as he sleeps, his peace must be unbothered-
thus insomnia must fear him, unlike me-
so i simply sit and stare-
watching the fan caress every strand of his hair-
but it blows my way too-
am i beyond its cradling?
and some say being human is far too overrated-
mmm.
i get it now-
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