Wine blurs the chaotic mind,
for all the answers I can't find.
Anxiety on top of anxiety,
sleep is the only escape this time.
I used to be able to write,
but my mind is haywire,
flashing pictures I can't describe.
No excuses for being sad this time.
Everything is fine.
Happy family, bills paid on time.
Car drives, despite the check engine light.
Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 6:01 PM UTC
Wine blurs the chaotic mind,
for all the answers I can't find.
Anxiety on top of anxiety,
sleep is the only escape this time.
I used to be able to write,
but my mind is haywire,
flashing pictures I can't describe.
No excuses for being sad this time.
Everything is fine.
Happy family, bills paid on time.
Car drives, despite the check engine light.
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