Resorting to being myself since everyone else is taken. My thoughts are spreading out on notebook paper that is crumpled and creased. They aren't perfect but they make me smile.
Sweet everythings spilled into my frontal lobes. Promises being said out loud and not being kept. Less pressure.
Switched myself off for a day or two, instead of continuously trying to jump start my brain.
The moon is a crescent in the afternoon sky, Cheshire-cat style, and I can see the gaps between it's teeth as it gri(maces)ns at me.
Life lines make me dead, but deadlines keep me alive.
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