Voids of Dawn

By Ephemeral Ghost

Existing is a collapsing fit of chaos.

As my first attempt to publish a collection of writing, I've randomly compiled unedited pieces ranging from 2012-2022 that capture the turmoils of relationship struggles, mental health, family, jobs, existential crisis, relocating, etc. Just the basic human shit.

I hope it can bring comfort to those who can relate to the internal and external chaos we are fighting.

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In the words of the potato farmer, "it ain't much, but it's honest work."

• Language: English
• Publisher: ComaSummer
• Release date: Oct 7, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215320679

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Voids of Dawn

Im tossing and turning in my bed all night

I try refluffling my pillow

Have a smoke- put it out

Flip again

Tangle up in the comforter

Put lotion on my dry hands

Toss a leg out of the covers

My head is thinking about knots

And a person

And about how I have to go back to work in the morning

Mostly work

Turn over again, lay on my back for a countless time

Take a valium

Still on the fritz and fully aware of my entity being cognizant in the world, in my bed, yet a few odd jumbled thoughts and images project against my eyes and I feel the heaviness of sleep sink in ever so

s l o w l y. This is relieving, although I am aware that the minutes are so painfully close

The cat prances into my bedroom and begins his shrill yowling, frightening me from the vague slumber

DAMNIT Yeff

At this point I know what time it is.

He didn’t do this for the week I had off, how does he know?

I wait for it. Those minutes painfully close

The bird alarm goes off. The worst one.

I stare at my phone for the first time since I tried to sleep five hours ago.

I dial work and leave a message

I’m going to use the last personal hours I have left today - hang up.

I don’t feel much guilt

Stumbling to the kitchen to feed the banshee

Eyes are dry

I lean against the stove and eat a few bites of the macaroni from the pot I made the evening before

And in my head the song is playing if you’re happy and you know it clap your hands

I didn’t clap.

I took another bite of the cold macaroni and had a handful of stale chips before bumbling back to my bed

I don’t owe anyone a damn thing but myself

Not my work, not you