“A daydream is a meal at which images are eaten. Some of us are gourmets, some gourmands, and a good many take their images precooked out of a can and swallow them down whole, absent-mindedly and with little relish.”
― W.H. Auden
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i miss
the strangers’ voices humming into a jumble of indecipherable sounds
i miss
the roaring of the bus singing lullaby to my morning drowsiness
i miss
the lifeless chit chat in the break room over stale coffee
i miss
the clicking of keyboards tapping to the same lonely song as mine
i miss
the daydreams born out of boredom
i miss
the lies i told myself;
one day,
i will change my life
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what do you miss the most?
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