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I see someone that I wish I looked like and I hope she is living a perfect life with the right body and doesn’t have to stay up as late as I do in order to feel things and doesn’t even know about me or what I do while I wait for things to happen which takes a long time because i can’t make them happen because I am the head of a microphone and not the person speaking that person is somewhere behind my eyes they are a little lump of clay that I am built around so i go far far away from her and sit at my desk and pretend that if I hammer at my typewriter keys this will all go away but I can’t admit anything to the paper or it’ll snitch on me to myself so I just make pictures with the words and did you know that  Sometimes when I write I feel see through when It's late at night and I start to ignore the word count, light stops hitting me it just moves right through me and hits its target and my typewriter keys stop clicking and in fact there is no typewriter. There are no words there is no space no ground there is night and there are roads along which ideas run too fast to be caught not meant to be caught a street light filters through my clear body and only on the rim of my glasses does a little bit of light catch. 

I watch the words scatter and play without me in the dark.