俳句 ꫝꪖ꠸ᛕꪊ [under construction]

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KUMI POV
I could never understand the phrase "bad things, happen to good people"

It doesn't make any sense, for someone to do the most kindest of actions and still be rewarded with pain and heartache. They work so hard and yet...

They fall under the pressure of calamity

Scratch

                Sketch

                                Scratch

Holding pen always felt serene to me, something about having control over every line and movement made me feel at peace maybe it's cause I had no control over my own life, it's no wonder I became a writer, a struggling writer, but a writer.

'I should probably take my meds'

        Shuffle
                    Shuffle

Standing in the hallway was a man, his body mangled and gashes of his flesh hang loose, his jaw swung from only one off his jaw lock joints, his eyes a pale white, like porcelain

I walk past him and grab my prescription medication for my hallucinations

Chlorpromazine (Thorazine)

My doctor said that I am suffering from schizophrenia and possibly psychosis, I've had these hallucinations since I was 7 and they range from, auditory to olfactory. But mainly I see people who are dead.

When I grew older I always assumed that I was just a kind of medium who could see dead people. But upon trying to find any historical proof of these kinds of accidents, nothing added up, and I ended up learning that these were figments of my mind

The hardest hallucination to see is my parents. They look awful and they point at me accusingly.

The meds haven't kicked in yet so, I'm going back to writing...

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