Cigarettes, coffee and a screen this is all iv ever seen
my whole previous life passed away and all thats left is a body in decay. of course theres more but that was a long time ago it seems for all i live off of now is cigarettes coffee and a screen.
my other life is in the bed, we all live a double life i guess and both of mine look my duvet, a complete and utter mess. the bed is where i think of endless thoughts, its only a happy place when i drift away into another realm this they call dreams, yet lately there nightmares and they tear comforting reality at the seams.
so my double life that i live by myself consists of just me and little else, my mother lives here too but of course that would be wrong too say I'm living a double life with my mother! so yes in a flat i wilt away, not caring much what i choose either way.. its all too me just very fine not much bothers me except my body as aforementioned in decline.
no more work, no more play iv contemplated a life on the run, but don't we all wish we could go that way? but hey I'm living on the edge in my flat,at least the edge of my uncomfortable chair!... so i write on this computer, i smoke my cigarettes and i drink my coffee i sleep in my bed and something not mentioned in my wonder full life is the copious amounts of hair falling out of my head.
