Tin cup touches my lips seconds before i felt it every motion becomes seconds behind the clock that sits blurrily atop the shelf that wasn't there when i arrived felt like i dived a million times into a pit i created in my head should i say it created and inflated to the size of acres upon acres of self imposed hell they sell $5 bucks worth of suppossed space and time travel while i travel 5 blocks to feel like i've walked a million miles barefoot on cracked glass with houses strapped to myback the next morning why do i put myself in this agonizing fistfull of nightmares over this sink? are they better than the ones i live through day to day? the ones when i'm awake i take it and overcompensate for what i missed in the pit the night before...what for? i have no answers cuz this 3 hour dream world serves me none and what does? nothing guess that's my one answer these days... if i know one thing out of all this artificial temporary insanity it helps worsen what's already got you down it's the simple arithmetic that multiplies misery and divides pride and the friends you hid from in the first place to keep them from the face with no dignity this tastes like unhappy to me
Reason for writing:
bad bad bad night to drink
Birth sign: Pisces
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