" I've known you like a siren song that warns
I've been informed you could be the death of me "
(thanks n. atkins)
the day starts anew (like it always has), but today is especially special to me. the process of reaching new realizations is a prickly, long-winded one. it takes time, patience, and a level of understanding--things i have very little or nothing at all of. waking dreams are my way of sorting out things trapped beneath my subconscious thinking.
i awoke to the sounds of an ambulance siren blaring.
dreams are dreams but their scary realism spooks me. their messages arguably valid--but they speak to me. am i going to let myself devolve into a bitter monster? the garish truth is hitting me over the head but i refuse to acknowledge its existence. the fruits of my labor are rotten and smell of mold and decay. unspoken words are left to wonder aimlessly in the confinements of my mind. this tension is so heavy--this clouded judgment thick enough to cut with any fine blade.
fuck you, friend.
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