Back on the trains - hope they are working tonight - Slipknot providing the soundtrack. Wait & Bleed is an amazing track.
Another project that was hanging over my head is nearing completion - that's enough about work though...
Fuzzy feeling
Drink inside
With Clarity comes pain
Too Soon
Another hot night. We really need some rain to clear the air.
Conformity flows
A warm breeze through the night
No comfort in the darkness
Accept it and smile
As good as it gets
Here I stand
Paragon of mediocrity
An empty heart
No comfort
From impossible dreams
No chance in sight
No hope held
Forget me
If you ever even noticed
I really like you
Your place or mine?
Confused he awakes
Rhomboid peg
In a rectangular world
Close to fitting
But the angles are wrong
Enough peotry for now... Full stop.
King's Cross - more people boarding. It was hot before, now it is becoming unbearable. Why do I do this? I must be a sucker for punishment. No wonder I am alone - deep down I probably enjoy it. An ache permeates my soul - I long for understanding, but expect none. I am slipping into poetry, even in prose. Do I do this because I enjoy it - or because I have recieved positive feedback and want more attention? I don't much care either way.
Hunger is growing inside. I should resist the urge to snack but do not know if I have the will. I will be home in about half an hour - maybe the pangs will have eased by then.
Why must I be destructive when I drink? Recently it has been self focused (apart from one noticable exception). The only way I can see to avoid this is to give up drinking. This would remove the only contact I have with the world - and remove the moments of waking oblivion where I can actually enjoy life.
In my mind they mock
In reality they don't even notice
It's just my twisted desire
For the attention of others
What can fill my emptiness?
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