am i drunk? no. but i must ask: which way is the ceiling?

May 28, 2012 14:56

physical or metaphysical ceiling.

i can't sleep.

work ten to seven.

my daughter is with my boyfriend.

i hate that word.

i should be sleeping.

for what reason do i care?

to get up for walmart?

a company with so little consideration for its employees it should be criminalized for its indifference?

my mind wanders.

to times of floaty emotions and ostensibly foolish dreams.

wherein i found my place.

my niche.

It is not about me nor any one individual.

We feel the same.

my daughter matters above all.

yet wonder, do i, what happened.

my spirit so strong now bandaged from bruises and (re)broken bones.

yet the truth will out, as they say.

i have not changed.

only matured.

like a good cheese. or wine. oh ho.

clairvoyant disease artificial memory emotional overloadi...

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cancerian stupidity, ramblings, real life

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