“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?” – Ernest Hemingway
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I turn up the volume
to turn off the thoughts
in my mind.
The beats press down upon
the ebb and flow of my head
alternating between battering them into
submission and fanning them on
– An empty shell one moment,
overflowing with thoughts
the consistency of stormy seas,
the next.
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