venting
I'm fighting the silence, the lack of words.
I don't have any speeches anymore, and my ears are restless when facing others.
I think I'd be happier as a painter, because there would be more movement involved, and less thoughts.
All the lights are on in the house, but it isn't bright enough.
I suppose that doesn't have to do with anything.
I'm afraid that I'm starting to drink too much, and that there's nothing that I really want to do.
There's guilt when I do nothing. That or nerves. Nerves pinching, shaking, throbbing.
Everything else I do out of habit.
I've started to just stare at people.
I use to think about things. Now I prefer to be blank, or so it seems.
This thing is just building, building. And I'm just waiting for the next couple of months to pass.
I don't have any speeches anymore, and my ears are restless when facing others.
I think I'd be happier as a painter, because there would be more movement involved, and less thoughts.
All the lights are on in the house, but it isn't bright enough.
I suppose that doesn't have to do with anything.
I'm afraid that I'm starting to drink too much, and that there's nothing that I really want to do.
There's guilt when I do nothing. That or nerves. Nerves pinching, shaking, throbbing.
Everything else I do out of habit.
I've started to just stare at people.
I use to think about things. Now I prefer to be blank, or so it seems.
This thing is just building, building. And I'm just waiting for the next couple of months to pass.