Too much time asleep,
and thoughts begin to creep,
back into my mind,
for the thousandth time.
The fears and the regrets,
and the lessons I forget.
Time and time again,
I turn away from friends.
I don't aim to isolate,
but suddenly it's too late.
This is where it always peaks.
See you in several weeks,
...or longer.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
Too much time asleep,
and thoughts begin to creep,
back into my mind,
for the thousandth time.
The fears and the regrets,
and the lessons I forget.
Time and time again,
I turn away from friends.
I don't aim to isolate,
but suddenly it's too late.
This is where it always peaks.
See you in several weeks,
...or longer.
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