In the white morning light

The world lumbers into motion

With not much to do,

And a drive to do it.

The fog blanketing us in

Is about as effective as cotton mouth,

We just strike our tongue against the roof of our mouths and march forward.

We don’t have to see,

We know what our lives feel like,

And for now,

That is enough


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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