One day I'll probably stop writing.
The world would run out of things
to write about.
My mind would run out of things
to write about.
And a terrible lull will linger
over my head.
Probably apathy.
Probably cyclothymia.
I'll leave myself out of everything.
I will only listen to the sound around me,
not the sound that's coming from me.
I am awake.
I swear I'm awake.
May 18, 2011
May 18, 2011 at 12:59 PM UTC
One day I'll probably stop writing.
The world would run out of things
to write about.
My mind would run out of things
to write about.
And a terrible lull will linger
over my head.
Probably apathy.
Probably cyclothymia.
I'll leave myself out of everything.
I will only listen to the sound around me,
not the sound that's coming from me.
I am awake.
I swear I'm awake.
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