fevered ferver

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standing upright (up tight) on its haunches,

changing inside, outside again
a polar cub switches and swaps out.
black beneath a snow white coat
with razor snarls and such kind paws

bounding forward filled up with wonder
shaky hands, shaking hands
lonesome lashes
tiptoeing fullforced ahead embracing great ghosts
grave ghosts, i have them in my pockets
i bring them with me wherever i go



why do i look sad in my eyes?
i feel ok. i feel well. my eyes today are sore. they feel puffy. i slept for most of the night and the day. i feel alright. i thought i might be coming down with a real case, but it seems to have passed away.

i was tired. i was sick. i was tired. i was sick.

i woke to good thoughts. i was in a blanket tunnel. kind of didnt want to get out. it felt nice. i liked it alot.

i will see my friends coming up soon. it will be a blur, but a sweet blur. the kind that keeps you thinking and missing and tiptoeing with a head full of clouds.

i just want to feel things the right way.

*momus posted this picture and i love it. this is part of the story i wrote to inform the photo. i kind of love momus. i like his clogs.