kind of

she confessed to me

“i’m kind of strung out”

pharmaceuticals

pills for this n’ that

pain

anxiety

escape

i don’t do many, she confessed

its not like i have my own

bag full of rxs

i’m not strung out, she said

i just kind of get really

worried

stressed

overwhelmed

incapacitated

deadened

unable to write

unable to paint words

the canvas empties

unforgiving

i can’t think

or speak coherent sentences

or remember the yesterdays

i’m only kind of strung out

but only when i run out

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About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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