Enough
I've decided that I've had enough.Enough of just about everything. If you know me at all, you know what I'm talking about. I can't focus on anything. Work, school, breathing. Anything. I will not sacrifice my life for bullshit. I will not let myself become unhealthy again. I will not spend endless nights staring at the ceiling. I refuse to anymore.
My mind has gone, taken a mental holiday somewhere foreign. If you need to reach me, do it in such a way that doesn't fuel the fire.
I sit staring at this tiny creature whose life consists of waiting for the next time a hand reaches through the tank to deliever food. Simple and mundane, yet completely unaware of just how big the world really is.
Why do we let ourselves be confined to such restrictions? Is there anything so wonderful about it? Can we see through the condensation on the glass or do we just pretend that it's too think to penetrate?
I just don't know anymore. Thinking lots, spilling not enough.
My mind has gone, taken a mental holiday somewhere foreign. If you need to reach me, do it in such a way that doesn't fuel the fire.
I sit staring at this tiny creature whose life consists of waiting for the next time a hand reaches through the tank to deliever food. Simple and mundane, yet completely unaware of just how big the world really is.
Why do we let ourselves be confined to such restrictions? Is there anything so wonderful about it? Can we see through the condensation on the glass or do we just pretend that it's too think to penetrate?
I just don't know anymore. Thinking lots, spilling not enough.