Too much time for thought leading to the peak of anxieties.
It’s not fair to be stuck this way always.
It works while occupied but still even then they creep. Slowly working
its way to internal combustion. It seems
as though I am out of luck from here because reality worked its way into the
muse. I beg not to take it away because it’s all I have settled for. Maybe I am
a sucker but I cannot find where I went wrong here. It should have been different. It honestly should have. Now its half passed midnight and my eyes are bleeding with restlessness.
It’ll only be a few hours until I am forced to go on with my day and live my
life as if I am a part of normality. Only I can see it. I can try all I want
but the muse will never be accustomed. I
am not sure why yesterday I was accepting and today I am stumbling. I swear
it’s when I have too much time to think; I am stuck tumbling down a well of my
own damn thoughts trying to grab onto every crack in the bricks on my way down. I can
only help myself. What is the meaning of everything around me and why do I feel
so bound to it all?
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