Today I woke up late, too late, so that the rest of the day barely lasted me until the sun went down again. I took a break from it all, despite not having enough time, not enough hours on the day, not enough life, but for what purpose, I do not know. I wonder if I ever will.
Today I escaped, escaped again, the reality I could no longer live in without starting to crack. And I thought to myself; next time, I will not run away, next time I will suck it all up and just take it, next time I will have changed, but into what, I do not know. Maybe a tin man would suffice.
Today I tasted blood, my blood, from a newly opened wound that I knew would never heal correctly. It was too salty and too bitter and too derived, but of what, I do not know. Yet it was somehow lacking in depth.
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PoetryEverything is in shambles, but that's just how it is with nonsense writings. It contains (very) short stories, poetry, and just words in general that are strung together and might or might not hold some meaning. Basically anything my sleep deprived...
