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It's occurred to me that I really love the kind of things that represent a beautiful but gentle sadness because it feels like the most accurate reflection of real life and it feels the most like home.
Tuesday 15th November 2022 6:27 am
After All
After all
In the end
If it was all just one long, strange, and pointless trip
Then it was at least interesting
And that's the most important thing in the world.
Friday 11th November 2022 7:57 am
Mind Fog
Maybe something happens
Which propagates a deep unease
That makes you acknowledge the weight in your brain
And reminds you that you're unwell again
Volumous storm clouds roll in and take hold
As well you sit with your feelings inside your head it seems as though a thousand years drift by within yourself
As you wait for the interminable unrest to pass
Lightning strikes and thun...
Tuesday 8th November 2022 9:58 pm
The Bottle
The Bottle
Sometimes it's easy to take comfort from a bottle
Trying to numb or dull the anxiety
A swill of sweet oakey booze to dissolve those feelings one would rather ignore
But eventually, given enough time, and enough drink
One starts to notice that bottle isn't your friend
It doesn't work
It doesn't numb anything
In fact, most of the time, it boils and churns up and c...
Thursday 3rd November 2022 7:12 pm
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