the cycle.
pouring salt
on an open wound.
it burns but i bear the pain.
"it'll help me loosen up."
i think to myself.
"i'll write better"
i tell myself
three glasses in,
"i need
some more,
not there just yet.
wait,
how can i write
anything good
without the right song.
not this one
nor that one.
damn,
where's the song
i feel in my heart.
oh,
that's a funny video...
wait,
where did the hour go?
dang,
i need another drink.
how am i supposed to write
anything good like this...
hold up,
i need to find a good song
to capture the emotions
i want to express.."
another hour goes by.
"what did i want to say again?
it's getting late i need to get
some shut eye but, i gotta write.
i need another drink..."













