Stoned ! booze seems to leave, yesterday’s; Could be days’ before’, or earlier. 3 AM, sleep deprived. Early dawns’ breeze from the window left open Cuts and gashes burning soreness. Old wounds, numbed coming alive, the nerves seem to touch sober. Head welcoming shots, eyes blur search; Merely empty bottles lying everywhere. Probing for words, fumbled; Ruined mind, still pretending to be a writer ! (A Bukowskian hangover) #yqbaba #yourquote #aestheticthoughts #peppeboy #yqenglish #charlesbukowski #hangover #oldwounds