Paranoia

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April 13
with two legs planted, under five feet tall, in this room i am a giant but i am still small. between me and this ceiling there is no longer space for me to bounce a scream, an echo, or plea in this place. i look to the left; it’s the same as my right. so i look to the front, but the same are all these god-damned sides. i wish my feet weren’t stuck to this floor, really i do. i guess i’ll just stand here and continue talking to you.

with two legs planted, under five feet tall,

in this room i am a giant but i am still small.

between me and this ceiling there is no longer space

for me to bounce a scream, an echo, or plea in this place.

i look to the left; it’s the same as my right.

so i look to the front,

but the same are all these god-damned sides.

i wish my feet weren’t stuck to this floor, really i do.

i guess i’ll just stand here and continue talking to you.