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So.... I haven't really been on twitter for years... But thinking of going back to writing stupid late night poetry again.... Whispering into the noisy room from my dark corner... Did you miss me?

So.... What's my purpose here? I just realized I haven't added any new content to my blog life since 2017.... It's not like I've had "anything" to do.... Do you hear that "sucking" sound?... it's my life force dwindling.

Looking for Lost... A dark room inside... Thoughts drifting... A mindscape overfilled... Slowly draining away the day... Until only peace remains... #Latenightpoetry #CicelyRobinLaing

Depression isn't being sad... It's not being anything at all... It's a clinging void that drags at your very being... It's a physical morass that drags every inch of your body... You can get "through" it... but never over it.

Sometimes I do things... Sometimes I do things that keep me from doing other things... Those other things are usually the things I was supposed to be doing... So, sometimes I don't do things... Cause I'm doing things...

Woke up from a nightmare... Into a nightmare...

Sometimes, "labels" help you to describe to other people a little bit about your life... But "labels" don't define, or even come close to describing who you are... I choose my "labels"... you do not.

Falling Down... I tripped into a hole inside my mind... I lay there in the darkness... Breathing confusion... Hearing whispers... Whispers of my heart beat... Life... My Life... My flickering light... I followed the glow... And stumbled onto the sidewalk of today...

Late night... Quiet moment... Rage... ... ... ... and breathe.......

Bubble... ....Bubble... Toil and troubl.... "POP" . . Damn.

Be my angle... It feels so right...

The space between my ears is filled... not with sounds not with thoughts not with sights It's just filled.... It might be raspberry jelly...

There is absolutely nothing like making art no one will ever see or saying words no one will ever hear nothing...

Processing past trauma connected to current trauma is a literal mind fuck....

It's​ the On Golden Pondiverse! Directed by the deceased John Ford... He can't hear you, he's dead. #themessimprov

I'm Kate Hepburn, I've secretly been a🐔this whole time. In fact 3 chickens stack on top of each other. As a girl I was 3 eggs.#themessimprov

"I'm gonna take the chicken head off now"... "Oh, well now I'm​ naked for no good reason!" #themessimprov

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