All I want to do is leave
And all I want to be is asleep.
Thoughts seem to complicated to form- I am existing in a jell-o stream of consciousness, my mind barely able to hold its form.
I tell myself
Hold fast,
suck it up
you'll love again.
You'll get yourself together one way or another.
My voice echoes off of the hot walls- my eyes give me away.
I
am
a
liar.
A farce.
I sleep in a heap of uncertainty.
Throw shit around to create activity in an otherwise placid day-
O, the joy of an activity!
A shell, found on the beach of some disgusting tourist town (it used to be something different, it used to be fun).
What slipped out from in between, leaving me halved and hardened?
Oh this life, Oh, this day.
Life, fill my day- death has taken its stale turn.
