Came and went like sand drawn towards a raging tornado.
Happy New Year
2020 was not a good year. May 2021 be a better year, or at least let me be drunk enough to survive the upcoming year
You are more real than a Friday that never comes
Tomorrow it will be better.
© Pagan Paul (14/02/21)
The word pain does not suffice to define my sufferings
From here, I see it all -
what a hot mess.
He asked me to marry him
But he hated himself
can there ever be
more positive expression
consciousness than you
I lie awake remembering, wishing I could sleep to forget.