Monday, 28 May 2018

The Numbness I Feel

Doctor, can you tell me... did my heart actually break? Because it sure as hell fucking aches. Or was it a stroke that had me desperately clutching at the sleeve of her imaginary coat? Maybe it was the coke I shovelled up my nose, maybe it was the tablets I threw down my throat or maybe this is all just an elaborate joke? Either way, what does it really matter? Another year gone by and further I find myself descending down the ladder. I picture my funeral and with fingers to spare you can count all the people gathered. You told me all you can remember from True Detective was the scene with the hammer. Everything I remember, everything I forget, just leaves me feeling sadder and sadder.

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