Trapped
Some days blip feels different, it feels like a chore
Not in the mood, but I know I can't break the habit.
I'm trapped. Sentenced by an unbroken string of 380 blips...
So I procrastinate as long as I can. But as 9.30 rolls over
I finally give in,
and off I go, to find that shot for the night.
these days remind me of swimming lessons as a kid
I hated the thought of it. Forced along.... But once I'm in the pool... it's a different story.
Surprisingly, some of my favourite blips recently have been my desperation blips.
Looking now, they seem to have a different style.
Grainy. Black and White. Distorted. Shadows.
Desperate shots.
of an unleashed mind desperately clutching to any ideas it can find.
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