Watch me as I become a junkie

We live to show and scratch our wounds. We wait patiently for the moon to explode.
It is zero o'clock and I'm done.
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I am a ghost woman.
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Things are falling apart. We are here, fireflies from the void it self.

​We are here and we already know. I will go. Stay here.
Somebody has to stay looking at the stars.
I crossed the sky, I crossed the stars. You were nowhere. I am home now. Forever.

How painfully wrong was Sartre! Hell is not the others, hell is us, carrying billions of history in our cells and breathe, just breathe until the morning kills us all. 

Life has a black hole, time is a bloodsucker bat, space is a roulette.
Remember to live, what a joke, really! Remember:
You can still dream, while kissing the carpet, while vomiting, while nothing fills you up. And if you cannot dream, you can still take some more pictures.

Jemma