The past few weeks have been fraught with battles. Internal demons. Toxic memories triggered by toxic beings. Relapses into addictive behaviors. I was beat down worn down worn out mad sad scared and blue. I was somersaulting through a sea of internal torment, and thus created some fucking fantastic shit.
Today I'm ok. Pretty much. Neutral, safe, content. Even a little happy.
And I fucking suck.
Sentences as weak as complimentary coffee. Words as flat as a four-year-old boy.
It's hell feeling good.
This is my entry for the #monomad challenge, held daily in the Black and White Community.
Give it a try. Even if you suck.
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