# Twisted Turmoil

*There are knots in my shoelaces *

By [The Booze Paper](https://paragraph.com/@theboozepaper) · 2024-09-27

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The sunrises slowly upon an unopened window to emit rays of heat that noone can with stand.

Dought and depressive nature consumes constant thoughts of reality.

The silence of a thoughtless mind that only consumes voice of life in a direction less spiral of downward and deeper.

The light emitting warmth of love non-existent from distant shadows that grow as time passes into a nothingness of everything.

Good Morning.

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*Originally published on [The Booze Paper](https://paragraph.com/@theboozepaper/twisted-turmoil)*