I was puking in every single hour,
It wasn’t stoping.
I thought I was going to see my demons…
It felt like wild seagulls and burning ocean in my stomach.

I was going to the hospital.
I have never liked the place…it always feels like the gateway to spiritual transformation.
I was going out of the town.
The long away orange City seemed most beautiful that day…
No matter who you are and what you are going through, endings will always be the most truest madness anyone can experience.
Strangely it felt good to see the blurring nights from the car shield.
Nobody by my side I could really enjoy the possibilities of dying as a young poet.
Still rejecting norms and regularities through my flamed veins.

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Painting: Kenneth Agnello.