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Post eight: 8th of July, 2013. 10:35PM
In the break of dawn,
I lay wide awake
with a thousand unraveling thoughts,
thoughts of the future.
They dally in the corners of my room,
in a hushed tone, moving stealthily
as I dig my head further into the tear-stained pillow,
attempting to shun their subtle whispers.
Through their invesibility, I sense their piercing gaze,
perusing my fragile, vulnerable body,
as if patiently awaiting my moves,
demolishing what little self-esteem I had.
In the morning light,
they regard me intently
while I'm sipping my coffee.
I hear it through my mind,
the murmurs of an indistinct menace.
They order me to stop dwelling on the past,
they urge me to think about them instead,
propelling me forward, wanting me to prosper.
And at times like this, I wish I could stop thinking at all.
