Tuesday, October 15, 2013


The sound of morning is resting
I look up above the awkward bright light
Issued from this source of whining attention seeking screen & keyboard.
I test the actions of the night prior,
Have they benefited me in any way?
Yes, there was a thought,
Lent to another in the hope of restoring his own roaming soul
Back into his focus.
But it has also awakened what I know to be my own greatest weakness.
I need to suck the fucked sadness out of my skin
And spit it out for the last time.
I need to do this-

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