for a point of focus, eyes closed, breathing deeply. wondering things about life there is no easy answer to.

i found myself reaching for the bright red nail polish and did my left foot. so carefully. maybe, i need to get some of that stuff that fixes your toe nails, the two smallest ones have sort of a harder looking nail. the polish covers it all.

tell me about your growing dependence of alcohol to feel alright, we’d have something in common, we might share a creeping sense of dread and maybe a true delight in filthy language and a lust for the undead.

in a few hours sleep had to come, clawing desperately away from me, the shadows made from the lamp move not at all. which is fine, which is better then i’d imagine, it’s okay; time is stopped for a moment.

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for a point of focus: eyes closed, breathing deeply.

nothing exists.