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There is a game, and the name of the game is,
an already lost thought,
i only collect memories,
of a near future, then
a shift,

today i write sentences to grasp, something and someone who's not there,
my mind is constantly foggy,
the child is sick.
again.
but for the first time i experience the opposite feeling of 

prison,

i want to do stuff now
be someone, see people
im so so hungry, for the first time in years,
im so hungry
hungry

the child clings to me, she wants all of me, she says, while pulling my clothes,
im right here, i say, desperate, but it's not enough for her, she wants MORE,
more 

is everything
there is
everything,

the game has a name, it has drawings,
something sweet, something blue, something new,
i borrow my ideas from the dishwasher and sacred jeans,
from the stupid fears of being alive in a climate crisis, on the edge of a war, a child that probably will surpass 2100 and live to see the end,
computer games can seem so irrelevant, so irresistible,

i wake up, there is a day, there was the night,
light to dark to light again,
i continue.