Sitting in my room quietly
pondering the
future of nothing
and devising a new plan for excellence
.
I think about the black widows
late-night audible voices
how I cannot miss
this place
.
I fail to sleep anymore, the big
windows are cracked
with intimidation
the headboard is cemented in place
.
It is, though
common practice
to open up the mind and
listen to the dial tone slowly fade
into the distance decay: just outside my mirror
.
~Eighteen minutes per day and i'm still ashamed.
Love,
Digress.
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