i wanna live in a memory, a fixed point in time, frozen but alive and warm and moving like in a loop, reshaped to the moments, instances, seconds that were good and recall the bad into good because it was the past, where the bad then, wasn’t as bad as the bad now, because your perception of reality and mortality was inferior
The aftermath of alcohol steels my enthusiasm for life and makes everything seem pointless. It tricks me into thinking the only way I’ll regain enthusiasm is to drink again at some point even if only for the few hours the contentment lasts. I’ve spent way too many years this way.
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches.
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i had that shirt, i think i still have it somewhere
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I’m not really into bajork
Because fear kills everything. Your mind, your heart, your imagination.
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I truly wish I could stop drinking alcohol forever
One hand on a warm cup of tea
Made it through another nite
The darkest hour from before the dawn
Shakes hands and declares
One hand tugs the nape of my neck
For the day ahead
Pulling focus down to the little things
Is what the light allows instead
But blank stares and uncentered thoughts
As I slightly shift position
The massive weight of a ticking clock
This is my morning condition