Hibernation

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You’re not missing anything, and you are missing everything.
No sunshine to relieve your AC-frozen bones,
No summer breeze that reminds you of the beauty of the shades.
Familiar faces are everywhere.
but to them, you can’t relate.
Hibernation is the new luxury.
An opportunity to afford
An opportunity.
And you fight for it,
Nothing makes you yield
A comfort zone.
There’s only home on hold.
A fortresses of concrete.
A window to haze.
A meal of gratefulness.
And a feast of loneliness.
And a desert that extends as far as the eyes can see,
As exile runs deep.
Existence and not living.
Missing everything and nothing.

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