Anxiety
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Drinking beer whilst gazing out the window. Random objects strewn across my bed whilst a cigarette is stubbed out in a makeshift ashtray. Shadows on the wall, they remind me of being a child, of the wonders of imagination. Another side to life that’s always out of reach. People die. People disappear along with impossible… Read more
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The old man thinks he’s got cancer. Years of drink and cigarettes have taken their toll. He puts a brave face on, but I can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s scared shitless. He’s wasted too many days. A failed marriage of thirty years haunting his every step, all he can… Read more
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They tell me to take drugs, but my eyes are already open. My mind is an obsolete machine, it serves no other purpose than to eat all that it deems fit. Brunettes between the chair and the bed. Tight thighs and patterns in the sand. Wreck those relics of porn and bury your fears beneath… Read more
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What scares me most; the horrors of the outside world, or what’s inside my head. They’re both pretty damned to be fair. Bad things happen to good people, but it should never be a reason to stop before you’ve even begun. Just because the path you’re walking is an unusual one, doesn’t mean it shouldn’t… Read more
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From a heavenly plateau to the wastelands down the back of the sofa. Finding cheap gold to afford energy drinks and wine at the sacrifice of eating food. Those days when to drink was more important than my own health. Those days of autumn wonders. Leaves and snow as you stood there not knowing the… Read more
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I can’t remember their names, although the scent of their hair still lingers. Ten nights spent alone with beer and lusty women. Images of deprivation. Bodies the likes of which you’d never want to see again. Luminous eyes glistening with dead desire. Guitars to serenade lost failures. Picture frames blessed with every bout of nauseous despair I… Read more
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Everything takes so much time, yet persistence I know will be the making of me. If you were to have told me all those years ago that I’d still be working on my novel, I would’ve applauded my commitment- yet I would most probably have groaned at the prospect of having to endure so… Read more
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The waves take us down. They show us how to be real. Shiny like a song. Shining like the look of love as the leaves fell upon your restless head. Killing jars and journeys to the forest. Hand in hand as the afternoons escaped to god knows where. It’s in the pretty lines at the… Read more
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We worship killers and lizards. Pig shooters on the cusp of dawn. Breathtaking displays of impotence. Read the book of the moon and decipher what it means to be alone. Kiss with lips empty. You can travel the world yet you can never escape the person you’re destined to become. Shaped by others and shaped… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 