Tuesday, June 1, 2021


Deafening Silence blares yet the mind can't conjure anything.

For the first time in a long time, vacant. 

If ignorance is bliss, I'm approaching ecstatic.

Mentally aware, that I'm checked out.

I feel myself hurt.  Physically.  It's bad. Awful. Neglected. Wretch of a man.

Repeatedly incurring that sinking feeling

so this is the downward slide

to bottom.

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