aging eternal
I am getting old. Old, old, old and yet it is all meaningless within this tortuous realm of neverending life.
I know not how to combat these ahces and pains that arise deep within my bones, tightening up at the backs of my calves and stinging at the tip of my tailbone.
I bought some Nike Prestos but to no avail.
I have started practicing yoga but now with these long summer days and short nights, my freetime has shortened and become precious.
Oh, how i crave the winter again! At least then I am not endlessly reminded of how utterly alone I truly am. No beach blankets for the Count! No brisk morning walks around the lake! No meet you for Sunday brunch for Mr. Dracula! No, no, none of these things can be mine.
And the pains...the aches and pains...and my heart, it aches from the loneliness of being undead and alone at my commmunity college where most people mutter "freak" and "look at the weird-o" as I pass by in the halls between classes.
...maybe if i didn't have to sleep in this blasted wooden box day after day, my orthopedic issues would amend themselves.
Alas, must sleep more. Lately, this insomnia lingers. I am going to try counting virgins and popping a valium. I have a big test in Phys. Ed. tonight, I must be prepared.
I know not how to combat these ahces and pains that arise deep within my bones, tightening up at the backs of my calves and stinging at the tip of my tailbone.
I bought some Nike Prestos but to no avail.
I have started practicing yoga but now with these long summer days and short nights, my freetime has shortened and become precious.
Oh, how i crave the winter again! At least then I am not endlessly reminded of how utterly alone I truly am. No beach blankets for the Count! No brisk morning walks around the lake! No meet you for Sunday brunch for Mr. Dracula! No, no, none of these things can be mine.
And the pains...the aches and pains...and my heart, it aches from the loneliness of being undead and alone at my commmunity college where most people mutter "freak" and "look at the weird-o" as I pass by in the halls between classes.
...maybe if i didn't have to sleep in this blasted wooden box day after day, my orthopedic issues would amend themselves.
Alas, must sleep more. Lately, this insomnia lingers. I am going to try counting virgins and popping a valium. I have a big test in Phys. Ed. tonight, I must be prepared.