Writing

Up the wall and across the ceiling No inspiration, my mind is blank and numb. Hollow and empty within, I wonder what’s even left of..

Leaking From the ceiling, dripping Forth to basins littered on willow Long warped in the damp ambient. Writhing Under the sheet..

A man's last moments

~for April...

About being too depressed to get out of bed

Nothing so far. Just writing a book, we'll see where this turns out.

there is a crevice in the ceiling.

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