Untitled by Nolan Bucsis

Feb 2018

Untitled

I hear that low dull buzzing din.
Of my internal monologue.
Running around.

And I want out.

But, I'm sickeningly.

Meanderingly.

Bothersomely.

Alive.

Written by

Nolan Bucsis 41/M/Somewhere in Canada

(41/M/Somewhere in Canada)

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