Weekends shortened by wandering minds. 3 A.M amphetamines stretch out the seams in the evening hours. Vodka hibernation sickness in the absence of eating. I distract myself with the exhumation of imaginary sheafs. Badly written, overvalued. Hitch the quill up to my veins, and scribble out a better version of myself. No matter where I look, the holes that were once everywhere are all gone now. The promise of cherry blossoms, red-yellow pills, and yomi loops, fading into never.
4:52 p.m. - 2022-06-23
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