The blue space of liminal fatigue. Stealing moments of sleep on pillowy plastics, and dreaming in the shape of the sublime. Two halves of doubt make for one full bad decision. And then another. And another. Hiccups on the calendar pock-marking a month of rendezvous. Carving memory troughs through limbic almonds. Mouthfuls of uncounted caffeination. Rinsing my teeth with gray-powder hallucinations. But there is no real rest. Only the space between apex and oblivion while the colors drains out of the edges of life.
4:26 p.m. - 2022-09-01
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