Winning Streak


Amazing grace taking off without a trace.

The taste of smoke and it's getting more unbearable. Im filling out my lungs. Nicotine high. God help us all.

My sentences are fragments I know, but they really aren't sentences at all. More thoughts that are wrote out than structure and form. No need, when the mind thinks it does not play out straight lines, there are thousands of directions each thought is pulled from. So I'll take this as my moment of clarity. I need these thoughts sometimes, I haven't had a proper one in days. It's quite distrubing. I do not enjoy this silence at all, I'd much rather have a million thoughts in my head not giving me a damn inch of breathing room than just this all encompassing silence. Not at all the release I was looking for.

Feels like shackles, my eyelids are heavy. I need alittle sleep I think. Sleep.. Blah, I can't sleep without dreams, with dreams come nightmare, and with nightmares I see you. I just can never seem to save you in my nightmares... Probably my worse fear is not being able to save you from whatever may be threatening you. Sad, perhaps. Maybe it's just my subconscious slaying what it believes to be a harbinger of despair? Doing a favor? When these two rage against one another Conscious and Subconscious one would wonder how either could win without losing at the same time. Maybe there is no victory. Defeat always come no matter the longest streak of wins, everyone knows that.

Ugly truth but truth nonetheless. Enjoy wins while you can.

Stop.