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Inspired by a rough year |
| I just want to sit. Sit and stare. Stare at the wall. Stare at my phone. Stare at my facebook feed. Just sit. Just stare. But not feel. I don't want to feel. Feel the disappointment. Feel the embarrassment. Feel vulnerable. I attempt to not think of my guilt when I think of my regrets. Guilt for knowing better. Guilt for doing it anyway. Guilt for weakness. Just play my song. The one with the guitar and familiar voice. I light a menthol to accompany my glass of red wine. Sometimes Cabernet. Sometimes Syrah. For nostalgia, Merlot. I sip and I smoke. I absorb the lyrics when my favorite line is sung. There are no synonyms for memories. Written in November 2011 |