Body glistening in the sun,
A sweat trickled down my face.
It's 8pm into the night,
Yet it feels like the day hasn't gone by.
My mind blanketed by a shroud of unconsciousness,
I'm staring at a tangled draft.
An obvious clutter in my view,
A pile of junk I presumed.
Anxiety was at an all time high,
The lights on the streets blurring by.
My lighted cigarette was the only thing I could see,
Yet with perfect vision,
I couldn't see the forward path.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
Body glistening in the sun,
A sweat trickled down my face.
It's 8pm into the night,
Yet it feels like the day hasn't gone by.
My mind blanketed by a shroud of unconsciousness,
I'm staring at a tangled draft.
An obvious clutter in my view,
A pile of junk I presumed.
Anxiety was at an all time high,
The lights on the streets blurring by.
My lighted cigarette was the only thing I could see,
Yet with perfect vision,
I couldn't see the forward path.
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