A stone falling through black water

This isn’t as natural as it used to be. There’s a lot I want to say, but the words aren’t there. Maybe it’s the beer. Or the weed. Maybe I don’t actually have anything worth saying.

It’s interesting scrolling through all of your thoughts though. Maybe I’ll find inspiration there.

I’m looking for something, but I don’t know what yet. I need a reset, which usually means a round of hallucinogens, but I don’t have them yet.

And ya know I’m still here after all this time. Full circle and all. Somehow after all this time I still ended up back in the same place. It’s getting harder to tell myself I’m moving forward, I’m making progress, when I keep ending up back here.

I’m looking for answers to questions I don’t even know I have. I’m getting ahead of myself and I don’t even know I’m behind.

I try not to say I’m tired, despite 27 years of restless nights.  But I am just so fucking tired.

 

I am a stone falling through black water

On the bottom, I start again

I am a stone falling through black water

My fall, it never ends

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