Drip, A thought goes down a deep, dark, rabbit hole. Drip, There goes another. Drip, There’s no end in sight. Drip, You hear it at the bottom. Drip, There is a splash of previous thoughts gone. Swish,
What happened today? What happened yesterday? What happened to all the days All the way back to Sunday? We were good Weren’t we? So what happened After that? We had come home We had cleaned up We pla
Tired and depersonalized Staring blankly till sunrise Feeling lost already Always unsteady Things to do all the time Working till sunrise Brain going through demise Can’t recognize Anything on time F
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