another night spent under a sky riddled with false stars...
I may have to start writing down things on paper to try to clear my head of some of my thoughts, and to make sense of others. Maybe a pocket sized voice recorder could do the job.
I am experiencing motion sickness, yet my life is not set in any direction. I stand stagnant, boots wet in my own burdens. I spend nights awake, accosted by thought. I try to drown out or subdue the rampant notions by watching movies, reading a book. These thoughts, they're things that I would prefer to not have to address right now.
... I feel as if I am going to fail. Not now, as that would be too predictable for me. It's off in the distance waiting for me silently. Maybe, my guilt (if you could call it that) is keeping it company... I find myself more often than not, day dreaming about my death rather than my life. It is almost like I feel that life is variable in a math equation; solve for "x".
I am experiencing motion sickness, yet my life is not set in any direction. I stand stagnant, boots wet in my own burdens. I spend nights awake, accosted by thought. I try to drown out or subdue the rampant notions by watching movies, reading a book. These thoughts, they're things that I would prefer to not have to address right now.
... I feel as if I am going to fail. Not now, as that would be too predictable for me. It's off in the distance waiting for me silently. Maybe, my guilt (if you could call it that) is keeping it company... I find myself more often than not, day dreaming about my death rather than my life. It is almost like I feel that life is variable in a math equation; solve for "x".