Sitting naked up in bed with a cigarette dangling from my lips. Loosely dragging, I stare at a reflection on an LCD screen until my eyes grow dim. My ears are sore from constant bombardment with music; I hope it will broaden my mind.
Chipped nail polish is the only thing that stands out right now. Head's dull, I've been breaking it all year. Nothing seems particularly vibrant.
Fuzzy daze, heat hits me like a hammer cracking a skull.
- I lose the ability to stand.
- The music I hear no longer has rhythm.
- Confusion sets in, a gentle hand.
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