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I went and stood in front of your house in Google Earth.

Not for the purpose of wallowing, I was actually looking for reference. But.

I didn’t anticipate the pain of standing there as though for real looking at the doors and windows I know so well but jot being able to touch it.
I’ve been thinking about that a lot today, and about you.

As per usual.

You’re the difference between Hell and Home

Decided to record some things last night because I couldn’t sleep

I suddenly feel unbelievably, unreasonably tired. Everything about me is heavy, and a cigarette tip slowly burns a hole in my belly. I can see the smoke rise in the darkness, curling into wisping shapes before sliding silently through the ceiling.

And I know that I won’t sleep for a long while.