In the middle of the night, I passed by a smashed and empty storefront I recognized from a dream. The filthy mattress and discarded plastic bags within were a reminder of a youth from months ago. Yellow fog creeps through the vacant streets and serves as a backdrop for my loneliness. I've lost my sense of direction again. And swimming through this mist feels like treading water.
11:50 a.m. - 2016-07-04
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