Headache, not so much
I drank until life seemed to move in fast forward.
God hit slow motion this morning.
random thoughts zipped through my mind,
now they trod through slowly,
every footstep makes an echo in my mind
like thunderclouds gathered in my head, rumbling,
a stampede of thought.
A pretty metaphor to say i'm thinking
I'm not, my mind is empty,
a blank wrinkled paper with a sticky tongue
snatching organized thoughts from the air
It took me 4 minutes to think of this line
How I define hung over
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