Brain, entirely vacated. Vanished.
Gone in the panic mode of the evening.
A fear of eviction, dereliction, unkempt disharmony,
Eris waiting beside my boots
as my feet bleed through now stained socks.

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My mind is in such a shit place right now--not depression wise or anything, either, just...in that panicked state it gets from time to time, something no amount of drugs can help with--and that is probably a good thing, really, because...well, just getting through your life by hopping from pill bottle to pill bottle whenever a problem pops up just...seems kind of unpleasant, I recognize that I write this as I have forty milligrams of serotonin-filled candy in my system along with some other tailored poisons to the beasts that slowly eat at my brain. Such is life. My dog is snuggling in at my feet and suggesting huffily that I turn off this devil box and sleep too, so I'm going to do that. Peace