No punching bag, no companion, just a pen, a paper and most importantly..smoke. People around make you more isolated, the more you write the more you escape, one drag into your lungs...you're miles away.
Planes-not needed, people- not even them. All you need is your mind to take you wherever you want to be. You arrive there..another drag releases your confusion,sadness and the surprise at how life always takes you where you always seem to end up.
Days and years don't seem to pass by, they just seem to go round and round. A vicious circle and you're the center of it. You hop on the ring. It moves. You think you're finally moving along, you've got your past behind you. But then you see the starting point approaching. Your heart races, your eyes water and all you see is ..flash...flash...flash.
Different people, different places, but nothing has changed. You need to vent, you smoke. You need to vent, you write. You need a relief. You walk away doubting that tomorrow is actually the future.
Planes-not needed, people- not even them. All you need is your mind to take you wherever you want to be. You arrive there..another drag releases your confusion,sadness and the surprise at how life always takes you where you always seem to end up.
Days and years don't seem to pass by, they just seem to go round and round. A vicious circle and you're the center of it. You hop on the ring. It moves. You think you're finally moving along, you've got your past behind you. But then you see the starting point approaching. Your heart races, your eyes water and all you see is ..flash...flash...flash.
Different people, different places, but nothing has changed. You need to vent, you smoke. You need to vent, you write. You need a relief. You walk away doubting that tomorrow is actually the future.
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