Another article, another video, another opinion, another tragedy. Buy this, like this, be this, hate that. My chest tightens and my mind becomes a restless monster. Consumption consumes life. We are trapped in a spiraling black hole of what to consume. If it's not consuming this it is consuming that. The consumption consumes you until you wish to escape your own body. When does consuming end? Nothing will be left to consume but death.
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A Restless Mind
PoesiaA cluster of poems and thoughts from a mind that never seems to stop.
