Prometo que volveré a escribir algo

algún día de estos. Cuando la resaca y mis pensamientos caóticos, desordenados y confusos se aclaren un poco. Cuando el insomnio me transmita algún concepto decente por lo que escribir o componer poemas o cuando mis musas me regalen inspiración. Hasta el momento solo veo humo y sombras etílicas. Estoy un poco como esta canción:

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Anne you can't hide
you know we'll find you
It's a matter where pride flies out the window
I never got the weight off the ground
I just forgot what's up and what's down
How many get the way I feel now
There's no regret
There's just the sense that
Nothing is going my way
There's so much that happened today
The gods of the city have called my name
It means more to them than it means to me somehow
I left my body
I left my fate
But is so hard to keep away now
Nothing is final because it seems all the while
There wasn't anything for me
I always faked my smile
There's so many careless angels responsible for me
They give me disease
They give me a pain in my neck to feed off me
saying pay us the cost and we'll be gone
they shut my eyes and i can't see now
These are the times I was scared of
These are the fates I pushed out of the way
Now they come back here and haunt me
It's plain to see who the winner and loser will be

Someday I'll find my way, I'll discover my place in the world. I'll be rescued by my will force from the mist of nothingness. Maybe.