“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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