August 1st
by tns
I thought I would drink and get drunk like my favorite writers.
I soon realized maybe it wasn’t writing that was the problem
But my ability to hold my liquor well enough to stay conscious.
And I guess I don’t hate myself enough to be tortured.
But it feels better to create than actually feel at times.
It feels like there is content where there actually is none.
It feels like there is purpose when really, it’s just a passing moment.
A coincidence.