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Like dreams,
Wasted hours are blurs.
Hours.
Hours like sand through a sieve,
Or leaves in autumn,
Fall to the ground
And are rendered useless.
No use trying to pick it all up.
It’s impossible, anyway.
Too many.
Too many hours,
Wasted.
Looking back at them wasted,
Looking down at the ground,
Feeling the headache of intoxication,
Looking back at the paces taken,
Watching it all blur into a solid wall,
Notice skin.

Notice it wilt and fold.
Notice the blur of a past.
Notice it plague the future.
Notice it all come together.

Watch as dreams of a chocolate death
Begin to appear hallucinated.

Notice how he hasn’t moved at all, but he knows very well.
Watch as the blurry illusion approaches him.
Watch as he catches the hint...
Watch as he laughs as if he hadn’t anticipated it from the start.
Observe.

He waits in the mist.
The hours wasted begin to slow behind him.
He accepts that there are too many.
He knows he can’t pick them all up.
The fog before him grows near.
He welcomes it.
He does so with a vast emptiness.
Emptiness as state of mind.

He’s felt this ever since ‘16.
Every day he’d just pour sand into his sieve.
Every night he noticed how much had fallen.
He’d rest the lights and he felt this feeling.
He woke up, sat in class, and fallen asleep in this state.
He was bored.
Internally, out, and all around,
Bored.

There was no great relief because it had all blurred.
Like dreams,
They seem to fog up.

And he had felt this as he watched himself here.
He feels this as the mist engulfs him: bored.
He had felt this way throughout the dream of traveling to chocolate deaths: indifferent.
And now he feels it the same way as he leaves,
As he did writing this.
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>>8040105
op here

this was supposed to be in the post
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reminds me of something you'd see on /r/creepy
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don't you have a contamination thread for all these wannabe poets? everybody still wants to make a shitty thread of his own
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is that shit from a movie?
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>>8040139
psychologists tried to design a video that was as spooky as could be
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>>8040223
?link? for the story and the video
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>>8040223
It looks like it was intended to be ironically spoooookie
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where spegetii
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>>8040139
Yeah, the Poughkeepsie Tapes. As far as I know there was no input from psychologists.
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this thread reminds me of a youtube comment thread
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