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Another late night, cant sleep againcurse you boredom. Fucking tired but yeah not gonna be able to sleep



But I leave you with a poem i wrote... yeah i write alot so if you like it let me know...

With a contoured twist of a hand, a flick of the wrist,
The faucet opens wide and releases its contents
Like a hose that was kinked
Its pressure building until it exploded

Its force knocks me to the ground
Its cold tendrils spreading over me
This emotion has been caged for so long

I let it seep into me
Like mittens warmed on an engine
I let it saturate into my very being
Soaking me through

I did not expect this rush
This high, I forgot about this intensity
Like an addict returning to his drug

Shadows laced with comfort
Inhaled with smoke and flame
I am relieved by its presence like an old friend
I huff the nocturnal heavens

Like a glass resting in the bottom of the sink
I am soon filled and overflow with the gray firmament
Like a sponge I let it consume me and
Soon it melts into my skin

I am one with it, straining against it is useless
Forcing my way through it is impossible
So I let it in, I let it become who I am
What I am.

Peace.Love.Coffee