I can barely begin to explain or describe the long succession of wonderful events that completely pass me by in the long exasperated sigh I call my life.
When I put pen to paper or type out second hand thoughts on my passed down phone scraping together everything I know I write about struggling and all the drinking I do in bars that don't have a clue who I am or if I even exist I'm only half certain that under the curtains my body is still animated flesh with feeling and senses.
Sometimes I wish I had the life I write about maybe then I'd have a clue what I should be writing now maybe travel more and see myself gain different perspectives but holiday making isn't making any sense to me instead I waste my days staring into space for hours each day wandering the empty corners of my mind working from thought to thought to frustration.
Focusing all me my energy on working dead endless hobbies
Avoiding all away games because free time is the enemy and the worst thing I could totally imagine finding abroad is me.
If I'm to busy making work for myself I can leave reflections on the shelf and hopefully one day I'll learn how to break mirrors while not running with scissors through the dark twisting the heartstrings of those who are persistently around me.
I just can't stand myself in the silence.
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