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Daresay I was happier drinking myself to sleep each night.
Believing that one is doing the right thing for the wrong reasons. I sit at home each night in a sleepy haze of two hours before night. There are small sounds: footsteps above, machines below and somewhere the cat is making a mess of things. Finding myself here is not actually here. Goggles and scarves that cover your face. Where are we headed but forward, forward, back.
I cannot remember the last time I took pen to paper to create.
This has been a journey, and loss is above all other considerations.
Believing that one is doing the right thing for the wrong reasons. I sit at home each night in a sleepy haze of two hours before night. There are small sounds: footsteps above, machines below and somewhere the cat is making a mess of things. Finding myself here is not actually here. Goggles and scarves that cover your face. Where are we headed but forward, forward, back.
I cannot remember the last time I took pen to paper to create.
This has been a journey, and loss is above all other considerations.