Monday bluddy Monday
One bluddy to the front. Two to the side. It’s Monday before noon. It’s only an hour ride. I sip my water. Suck on my nicotine. What am I doing this for? Who am I saving? Who am I impressing. What’s the point of any of it. I just don’t know anymore. The vodka sets you free. Eases the pain. Relaxes the mind. Frees the flow. I can’t be there no matter how I try. Uncovering all corners. Lifting all rocks. Thinking it will work. Failing at all times. How long can I last? My self determination at its max. Still all a lie. To the inside.