Slipping again
By rmerwin
I feel it slipping again that old friend that keeps me up late into the night is coming for a visit wonder how long he'll stay soon I'll be sleeping till noon and perpetually later, my hands swollen, my will stacked behind pallets of bland colours that paint no shapes only mute them. I suppose I should eat better, or go for a walk, momentum is so hard to come by Maybe I'll just sit here until he's gone. It's easier that way, you know. Written December 13th, 2001 © on Dec 13 2001 05:25 AM PST, Rick Merwin 0 • 10
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"I feel it slipping again..."