Sunrise writing


A lot of red marks on this mornings free writing.

It is evening now, but I did rise this morning and write again.

I ache for time alone to write for days on end.

Never stoping as if I have found a new lover and that tightness comes back to my cheeks. The roundness to my lips.

The same happens when a new love is near and I am hunting again…

I have not hunted in a while .

I am lonely in that realization.

But only because I am addicted to new.

I am addicted to a lot of things. Like sex, weed, alcohol, arguing. Having a partner that comes into the room and I cannot write anymore.

I am sick of this life, sick of the noise, sick of the sick.

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