Those are alcohol infused words mixed with emotionally confused verbs. Nothing more... And nothing less.
Month: October 2021
I don't have to second guess or question what if... Because that sewage spewing from your mouth is nothing more than melodramatic, narcissistic, complete bullshit.
No thoughts. No prayers. No hope. No remorse.
Headlights mark another highway like mismatched string lights. Lines of solemn beams endlessly cascading together to form vibrant clusters against the skyline... Eventually becoming nothing but hazy blurs in the growing distance... Until consumed by darkness... And gone from sight.
Somewhere Over Chicago
The images and sounds from those days have stayed with me. Just pieces of moments so innocent and random... Yet they cling to me as stubbornly as wet clothing... Unable to be dried and impossible to disrobe.
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