Untitled, n = 1,980

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Meteors fall
into the sea,
churning the waves,
bobbling me.

Duty gives me
stars to sail by
into the waves,
tossed to the sky.

Keeping my course
pushes the waves,
sending more back
into my way.

When I am free
to chart my course
I can go with
waves and their force.

n = 1,980; February 17th, 2017


I was depressed because of work, so I didn't get any sleep, and had to pound soda to get through work, and then collapsed in bed when I got home, ruining my night. It seemed like a vicious cycle of what I do to deal with problems only making them worse. Maybe not working will make things better (it has).

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