Drunkenly sitting alone,
Cricket to me left, locus singing in the dark.
My mind is restless, but the alcohol is limitless.
My life is good, but then my mind takes over.
Good enough? That is my greatest wish,  but it shall never be.
Why, you ask?
Because i am me

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It is what we do, listening to the cicadas plastered - because we are us. Then we eat something with lots of sugar and carbs in it. Good write. Welcome to PostPoems ~allet~