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My Cup Is Empty

I want to write, so badly, but my brain is stuck in update.

I feel like I’m constantly processing and unable to ever get far enough to spew my learnings onto paper.

Every day there’s a new piece of information, a new outrage, a new something that leaves me staring at the screen and grimacing.

Why are we like this?

Perhaps its the effects of months long abnormality or a year that has proven, like most stressful times, when one thing goes it all falls apart.

This year has been the car with freshly erupted flames on the side of the interstate. The family, barely freed from its grip, looks on in horror as they wonder how they got there.

Because of that, the constant imploding of every moment this year has had to offer, I feel my creative well has run dry and I’m in desperate need of replenishing it.

Anyone else? I know I can’t be alone.

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Scripted

Is there a word 

Which defines perfectly

How you push me

Beautifully, 

Moving me forward

On words scripted for the stars

Today’s stream of consciousness write, brought to you with background influence of Mogwai’s new album zerozerozero. Also, I made a little stick figure story for you.

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SoC Sunday

Or as it’s really called, stream of consciousness Sunday. That’s just a lot to type and 100% honest, I spell consciousness wrong 100% of the time.

1.

Your feelings are a beast of a person

But we know you don’t always want to feel

So we can just rip them out

The spine of everything human

Connected to every nervous tick

Can just be peeled right off

For your enjoyment

2.

I’ve done everything to trigger what memories are left

Impressions on the soul with a smell and taste but no vision

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Full but Empty

I have a goal of doing a stream of consciousness write everyday to get myself back to the habit and writing every day.

I thought about writing

Comparing dressers

Full but empty

With shirts ripped and stained

And jeans frayed

But life got in the way

So I stuffed my feelings

To the back of the drawer

Just another shirt

Paint stained and bloodied

To be forgotten

But easily retrieved

In the depths of a dresser

Stuffed with regrets

But empty

Just like me

Also, music:

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QPD: Under Normal Circumstances

My head feels like random pieces of junk strewn around.
I’m overwhelmed and crushed by the sheer weight of being alive.

AKA: I’m having a hard time right now.

Pictures of random stuff found in my backyard.

Hope everyone is doing ok.