pedmands

Today was spent in complete solitude. The air dragged along and gave slack to this derelict as sheets of sobriety drenched my burdened mind. As somber as the moon and as distant as its horizon, I felt my own identity fuse with the reality I've been suffering. A new symbiotic relationship emerged with remorse entwined with its discovery, the subtle regret it carried was overpowered by the enlightened realization.

But it wasn't entirely poetic.

The more I tried to justify my meandering process and rectify the damage it left in its wake, the more I fell victim to its simplicity. I ended up staring into what used to be empty space and, seeing beyond my own intention saw instead an amalgamation of the mistakes I've made.

A thousand ghostly patterns overlapped to fill every corner of memory the scene provoked. Imaginary jesters painted my peripheral, and my complacent mood lost touch with my mutual body. I sunk and decided to lay back, if only to enjoy the closing of my eyes.

It was then that I left my own company behind and embraced loneliness. It was pretty fucking depressing.

This is the last time I sleep in so late.