[lost] in

i wish i had a studio apartment that was bare except for a stereo and a giant bed and a space heater. i'd adorn the walls with other people's words so that when i had a reason to stare at the wall for two hours, i'd be staring at something beautiful. my living room would be a mixtape interspersed with poetry and i would smoke cigarettes, blowing the spent spires toward the layer of overcast frosting on the january skyline, wrapped in a blanket and perfectly content to be alone until you got home to feed me and love me and keep me warm [wrapped up / tangled up / lost] in us.