Whatever.

Chipped white paint and a broken mirror
Mixing with the red dust and cobwebs in the corner,
The lingering smell of smoke and sweat.
Two thousand cold moments, three thousand hot
And countless others undeserving of adjectives
As well as a few deserving ones
That will just have to go wanting until
Something/anything happens worth reporting.
A long wait is inevitable,
A sense of futility and wasted effort as well.
Try cursing at shadows and breaking bonds.
It helps. I promise. Pinky swear, etc.

At this point you should sigh or at least exhale loudly
While denying that those two actions are very much the same.
I recommend the latter if only for the practice
Required for the perfection of all arts.
No, denial is not excluded.
Later it might be worth your time to drink
Or take some pills,
Smoke something pungent and harsh on the throat.
Doing all three is not recommended even though it is quite effective
Until the inability to detect your own breathing
Ruins the euphoria you may or may not be feeling.

Now concentrate on defeating the sensation
That you’ve done this before, that you’ve been here
So many, many times walking this same path,
Taking these same steps with the same weary feeling
Creeping into the same brain you still hate, but can not change.
This sensation will not go lightly, but still you must try.
It is your duty as a human.
It is your… oh, something dramatic should go here,
Something dark and foreboding.
If you think of anything feel free to add it.
I won’t mind.

Breath again and now repeat.
And again.
Now stop and question it for no reason
Before giving in.
Doesn’t that feel better? Doesn’t that numb the pain?
Of course it doesn’t, but that really wasn’t the point.