The state of mind I hate the most comes when I have no one else to think, not even you. The dread and its power suffocate my mind until the last breath I have would tell me to lie on the bed and sleep it all. But I want to feel the nothingness; I need to embrace the void. Maybe the longer I do, the higher the chance I can picture someone.
I nurse the glass of vodka in this midnight hour. I gaze at the starless sky and try to think about why I need to remember someone in my mind. I gulp the drink and grab the bottle to refill my clear glass. My lips tremble and my cheeks are soak. My eyes are exhausted, but I cannot sleep.
Maybe if I can think of you, I will be able to find the reason live.
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