COMPELLING…WITHOUT THE GORY DETAILS! WAS IN THE CITY, MAY I PRESUME?
On and off is a routine because when it hits it hits hard. Every high got me fooled and every low comes as a surprise. Who knew I wouldn’t know how to escape my own lies. Not witty enough to predict my own ways, or smart enough to hear my own cries. I’ve given up all that I was. I’ve surrendered to this mind.
My thoughts are loud enough to hurt me. My time alone is my demise.