Downer

This chair, where I once wrote thousands about thousands of words, is broken, the back fallen on one side and impossible to recover.

These worlds and mythologies I have made feel like mental ashes, empty and meaningless.

At this moment I feel like everything about me is broken and lacking.

And there is no relief.

Gosh, this is why I don’t write blog posts at night.

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