Molasses

Just woke from a nap.

Was slow waking.

Demanding I get myself up and move.

Then you popped in my mind.

Standing in a protective manner in front of me.

Not sure what that dream means…

I feel like I’m moving through molasses.

I’m sleepy.

Unmotivated.

Hurting.

Fuck. My neck.

Pain crawling from it into my head and aching.

Down my back and aching.

Into my chest and aching.

Jesus.

I masturbated earlier.

I came with no release.

Wtf.

I blame winter.

And I wonder if you were here,

Laying with your arms around me,

Breathing onto my neck,

If it would all suddenly stop again.

The aches.

The earths spin.

The lonely.

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Echo Chamber

The Lone Punk