russion roulette

Depresion fills me, sitting still being as I am. Talking to my self playing over memaries and futures. There is a glow stick dangling from the ceiling. Hearing trafic who will find me. I drank enough to black out and awoke durring mid sun. Laughing at my self that I nearly took care of my mental health. I bought a scratch ticket and won enough for a pack of smokes. Maybe I might wonder down to the basement again.

A year went by and I found joy in the small moments that would be missed if my brain made a abstract painting.

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