There are no heros
There are no villains
Just people
The ones that hold you up
& The ones that keep up at night
She called. Monday, May 15 2023
the late night write can't sleep, insomnia, my original quotes, passing thoughts, poem, rambling, short creative writing, shorts 8:09 am
The Window In The Bathroom Thursday, Feb 23 2023
life is a jumbled poem and the late night write my original quotes, notes, passing thoughts, rambling, random, rants, rubbish, shit writing., short except of my life, struggling, the late night write, venting 4:12 am
Sitting nude next to an open window
on the 7th floor
& I have a joint in my fingers
I don’t normally drink gin
but it was purple
& I do love the color
I don’t know if I prefer to sway over the hot bath
or the cold street
I don’t know if I want someone to look up or if I wish to fall down
All I’m sure of
is that I shouldn’t be smoking this joint in the apartment.
–A
Not much change Thursday, Jun 10 2021
Uncategorized consequences, crap writting, drunkiegail, dunkiegail, emotions, fading thoughts, fallout, I, rambling, random, rant, sadness, shit writing., short creative writing, short except of my life, shorts 4:52 am
I used to watch you pass by at 17
Heart broken, jaded and mean,
I’m not much different now.
No, not much better now.
Covid 19 @ 3 A.M (sad song) Saturday, Mar 28 2020
life is a jumbled poem and the late night write can't sleep, covid 19, drunkiegail, I cant sleep, insomnia, poem, rambling, sad song 7:07 am
I want to sing but there’s another part
& no one’s here to sing it
I want to know it’s going to be okay
& even though I know it is
i still want you to be here to say it
who is the you?
the one to hold me at night
the one to tell me it’s okay to close your eyes
Is it okay?
I never thought this would be the thought that kept me up at night
The worry I had about what would end it all was never this idea
Never this morose reality
Nore the probable future
I thought that it would be fire and demons
I thought that it would be the loneliness and self-destruction
but never had i thought it would be this
how did we get here?
&why did no-one listen
What flawed creatures
what power did we exude to manifest the exact thing we deserved
& oh how we could have changed it
but here we are
& I told you so’s will not fill the bellies of the crying and hungry
who will read the novels
& who will listen to the podcasts
& who will look upon the art
For all the art to be born because of our isolation
because of the last days of the now we know
Who cares if I was right
if there is no one’s here to learn the lesson There’s no toilet paper now but there might be no food tomorrow
hungry people make large mistakes
we were so worried
& i can’t sleep and it’s almost 3 a.m.
I want to sing but no one’s here to sing the second part
& this was definitely a sad song.
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