day fifteen in the middle

i’m peanut butter and jelly
oreo cream
never the bread
always inside.

always inside.
what would it take to finish or start, never either, never both.
needless to say
i’m like malcolm,
i’m like a cup of warm milk.

always sleeping but never asleep.
i’m the electricity but not the wire..
i’m wet in the pool, getting almost tased.

basically i’m alive but i’ve never been born
and i’ve never died.
i hate the feeling that i don’t understand everything or anything
but i don’t understand nothing.

we’re always stopping and starting but at the same point in time we never really begin.

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