All my distractions are gone today.
So I must sit in shrieking silence,
in the void where I lied about keeping my ambitions.
it's too cold to stay in this bed.
Is there enough air in my lungs to carry me above this sea of existential boredom.
Or am I to sink further deeper.
Tick Tick Tick.
How's it been an hour already?
I didn't even write anything.
Tick Tick Tick.
The sun sets and rises a dozen times between each blink.
So I daren't open my eyes to see the hands fall off a broken clock.
Tick Tick.
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