Viewing the Sky through the Slits in my Soul
The downside of being sober
is everything.
You know you’re tired
you become aware of annoying noises.
You tolerate less
and get confused more
nothing is right.
You lose the ability to eat food.
You are less calm
Edgy.
Jumpy.
It was cold but now it’s not.
The only moderately ok thing
is that you focus
on not
getting
ripped
off.
Woo.
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