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An Explanation of Situation
Whirlwind of thought bombards and to separate what makes
sense from meaningless will take some time.
However have little else but these days, and to spend hours on end
spinning words attempting to form theory brings much joy, bursting in
anticipation for momentary peace of mind while writing. Sound of Thomson slowly cascades throughout
upper level, dwell mere minutes lately here whether be afraid exhausted or
simply without enthusiasm. Glad to
report has returned, so put in effort explaining situation as of late.
Conscious still by slightly after dawn, protein shake shower
and shave. Awakening stirs dogs which
bark until let them out, join with cigarette eyes partially shut due to being
used to dark for last four hours. Cough,
swallow entire contents of soda can in one gulp and break out caffeine by any
means available. Generally speaking coffee
tastes dry so energy drink shot pupils wide.
Another cigarette tends to wrap intentions up for outside
experience. Lack yet muster strength and
accelerate around the block.
Mental barricade has prevented any phrase from getting on
any page past year. 2011 was stale as
left so much behind discarded concept. When
all features at disposal embraced over and over difficult to continue train
past broken bridge. Damned either way,
each path held treachery discovered at every turn. A buck short on many occasions.
It’s sincerely disappointing seeing the deteriorating stance
of those once close. Trickle down
walkway meter or two and come to realization that though not necessarily worse
absolutely interchangeable surroundings allow freedom to grow old at own
pace. For last two years had to be at
full speed, twenty-four seven and still did not succeed. Dampens spirits, however to play a million
variations toil for nothing. Dull creation
with inevitable conclusion same.
Stagger. Take a
minute to inhale deep. Focus. Gather needed obscenities to be thrown at
will. Drop. Although hold must let go. Cease.
In morn be as it may. Slip. There is too much to say here.
All can do is weather the storm.
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