Cloudy;
my world is
hazy
tound the edges.
I’m walking with a
vignette filter
on my eyes,
like glasses I can’t remove.
But I’m sober,
I think.
I’ve been high, yes,
most days;
but not today.
I’ve drunk, yes,
always too much;
always ending in aches and
some sorrow;
but that was last night;
not today.
I already know that tomorrow’s
forecast is cloudy
too.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC
Cloudy;
my world is
hazy
tound the edges.
I’m walking with a
vignette filter
on my eyes,
like glasses I can’t remove.
But I’m sober,
I think.
I’ve been high, yes,
most days;
but not today.
I’ve drunk, yes,
always too much;
always ending in aches and
some sorrow;
but that was last night;
not today.
I already know that tomorrow’s
forecast is cloudy
too.
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