Everything you fed me, I take it on delivery. The fear does not grow, it is been washed away by the cocktail of tears and alcohol that I take down, shot by shot. I don´t have the sand to watch the room with the light on, I don´t have the guts to go to sleep sober. I sleep light, because the brick in my stomach falls heavy. I don´t dare to dream, because the awakening is either better or worse. And either way, it does no longer excist in real time, but just in my head.
20.10.08
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Everything you fed me, I take it on delivery. The fear does not grow, it is been washed away by the cocktail of tears and alcohol that I take down, shot by shot. I don´t have the sand to watch the room with the light on, I don´t have the guts to go to sleep sober. I sleep light, because the brick in my stomach falls heavy. I don´t dare to dream, because the awakening is either better or worse. And either way, it does no longer excist in real time, but just in my head.
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Hmmm. Good stuff. Maybe even too good? It only adds to that monday morning feeling. And I dare not to go to sleep tonight, scared as I am for what tuesday's going to bring.
In fact I might add some spirits to the cocktail tonight..
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