I pick at my bitten fingernails and wonder if pursuit of a voided mind is serving to squelch my inner-voice. Throttling it to sleep with nothingness.
I walked a hundred miles today. Across the shores of faded memories. I dug through the skeletons of children and lost lovers who had been washed ashore. Rearranged bones until my ankles were thick with salt and encased with regret.
8:54 p.m. - 2015-08-03
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