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I tried to keep my focus on the out-breath, to the things I can offer rather than what I keep inside. I have tried yoga poses at the crack of dawn with nothing but my underwear on; I tried to drink eight pints of water a day to ensure that my veins do not rust away, to fill myself with the basic essence of life- but I could not handle the broken sleep each time I woke, desperate for a **** in the depths of the night. I tried to blu-tac unfinished songs to my wall, emulating product-placement but with nothing left to sell. I know I cannot keep smoking **** to emulate a stalwart companion. These broken streets look more second-hand to me, and I have tried to find that sober sleep, that wide-eyed wonder outside of these stale, chemical dreams- but all I get are cold sweats and cold shoulders; people growing all around me like stalks in a cornfield, blocking all but a circle of light that hangs over my head; the bottom of a well, the bottom of the world. I am doing my best to keep on top of all the things that threaten to bring me down.
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
Bottom of the World IV
I tried to keep my focus on the out-breath, to the things I can offer rather than what I keep inside. I have tried yoga poses at the crack of dawn with nothing but my underwear on; I tried to drink eight pints of water a day to ensure that my veins do not rust away, to fill myself with the basic essence of life- but I could not handle the broken sleep each time I woke, desperate for a **** in the depths of the night. I tried to blu-tac unfinished songs to my wall, emulating product-placement but with nothing left to sell. I know I cannot keep smoking **** to emulate a stalwart companion. These broken streets look more second-hand to me, and I have tried to find that sober sleep, that wide-eyed wonder outside of these stale, chemical dreams- but all I get are cold sweats and cold shoulders; people growing all around me like stalks in a cornfield, blocking all but a circle of light that hangs over my head; the bottom of a well, the bottom of the world. I am doing my best to keep on top of all the things that threaten to bring me down.
Edward-Coles
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26/M/English
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
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