why do I keep sitting in this chair, darn it?

The unease fits like a glove

keeping me alert to my comatosis.

Embraced by discomfort

I marvel at the truth in cliche

the way i normally would,

jaw dropped, scratching my mind, lingering way too long

before inserting chocolate

into my mouth

and the linger…

hi. friendly banter is always welcome.

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