on a muggy day

Standard

events lay heavy

on a muggy day

all my stuff is dusty and dirty

everything is out of place

my precious love on layaway

on a muggy day

hard to say

hard to care

the world struggles beneath it’s own weight

hard to even muster

when the day has lost it’s luster

and has become a faded photograph

stubbornly refusing to die

there’s no reason to this
no why

because a muggy day

makes no sense

it’s feels murky, grimy

I feel like washing my face

get me out of this place

where the air can choke you

and your eyes are filled with sand

a muggy day like this

is impossible to understand

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