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didactic

i should be accustomed to the unrest

the stinging tears. the shallow breaths

this is a different kind of heartbreak...

-1985nectar.

lost thoughts in the rain

trying to catch them with my mouth open

realizations of a dream, a future fading

what once was is now gray like storm cloud

 

can i smoke here?

 

fight the urge as loves wipes the blood from its dagger.

pain pain pain

'til my tears freeze        or melt into a bucket

        full of ice.

ice from the dimly lit machine of the 31st floor...

 

snotty nose awakenings, bad decisions

raw feelings

displeasure from raw pleasure

escape

lead the way, guide me

toward diseaster tho i jus began to heal

lack of faith...hurts to the core

must we get even?

and with no way home

no return flight

i find myself alone

   in the dimly lit corner of the odd juxtaposition between longing and loneliness.

 

is this what i prayed for, all those nights?

this what i longed for?

never-again promises made to the ice machine

   on the 31st floor.

 

thankfully i can feel the sleep coming and

the ache fading away. a sigh of relief for

the familiar numbness in my chest, all feelings

suppressed.

 

goodnight ice machine.

goodnight new york.

1985nectar strikes again. inspiration is priceless.