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It's Wednesday night (I think)
and I've had too much to drink,
I feel like talking too much,
maybe saying things I shouldn't,
and it's sad because all of those things
involve you,
the way you are,
and the ways in which I wish we could be,
you've completely emptied my veins of blood and
of hope,
you are the alcohol I should never have let in,
but now I can no longer
let you go.
and I've had too much to drink,
I feel like talking too much,
maybe saying things I shouldn't,
and it's sad because all of those things
involve you,
the way you are,
and the ways in which I wish we could be,
you've completely emptied my veins of blood and
of hope,
you are the alcohol I should never have let in,
but now I can no longer
let you go.
Literature
In the pretext of sleep
In the pretext of sleep, my mind wanders even though I am physically exhausted. I can feel the dull ache of my tiring body slowly cooling down and relaxing. Surely, my conscious realizes that it’s time to be resting my body. The second this thought of rest arrives, it is rudely interrupted by the overwhelming thoughts of the wandering mind. I can feel my thoughts ranging from the tiniest of incidents that happened throughout the day, to my deepest insecurities. The worst part about this entire charade is that its intensity gets more when I’m the most spent physically. I guess its just a part and parcel of being an introverted over
Literature
The Pride in Aging
Hey, you!
Quit pouring rust remover
over an old heart,
don't you know that red oxide
is the part of my soul
that just barely keeps the blood vessels from leaking
and corrosion the thing that shaped my inner landscape?
I may be old
my joints squeaking
my mind full of memories you can't see
and my skin allergic to digitalization –
But you
with your still squeaky clean heart
those baby eyes unblinded by recognition
and those ears that hardly listen
do you even know how to breath yet?
Literature
Eucalyptus.
i.
five bottles of light
rest on my window;
they are small,
coloured
ii.
there are stories and
stories
of sex, hidden in the
handbag;
black leather,
I could never tell
iii.
a list of ten, more
reasons to
love you;
a justification
iv.
more humid than rain;
my whole is saturated,
tired
v.
monday was lust;
tuesday boredom;
wednesday digust; and
today, I am
apathetic.
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going to edit this later, not the best time to be writing,
I normally like to include more imagery so maybe I'll add some in when I get around to it
I normally like to include more imagery so maybe I'll add some in when I get around to it
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Ew i hate alcoholism XP good job explaining it though