just lazy writing

Sometimes I don’t want to rhyme or focus on creating prose that sounds like a gentle lullaby.  I don’t want to use cloaked words or phrases.  This isn’t a poem, this isn’t meant to sound pretty or flow well.  These are just my thoughts.

I don’t sleep anymore.  There are way too many things to think about.  The night is quiet, and the distractions of the day disappear as the sun does.  I miss the people I shouldn’t miss.  I relive scenes of the past, running them through my mind, mapping out fictional possibilities.  All of my regrets circulate through my mind: missed chances, lost connections

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