9:49 p.m. - 2007-10-17
Broken cup
Hallowed, fleshed-out. Open cup housing memories, dipped in laudanum. Take my fill when feeling nostalgic, desperately. I'm living off nothing, slowly caving in. Soiled cup, holding everything, then nothing but memories. Cracked and drunk, up to the rim with decadence. This is my everything, the only thing that keeps me from giving up completely...I'm caving in.