Soup in Theory Soothes but Now it'll Float and Froth
Warm, smooth, soft is my exterior. How far will I be pushed before I am old a great? Age is a disability, and a certain predictability. I never felt as old as I do right now, and it's always true everytime I feel it.
Fuck, just Fuck, it is at times like this it is the only word that adequately represents how I feel and the only word I can utter with conviction. It is the only act I can complete with conviction. Even now, my hands feel hollow and this is all I can do to not smash my head on the street under the unravelling trees.
I'd vomit if I thought that the bile in my stomach would surrender it's campaign against the back of my throat. I'd sleep if my mind could agree to just stop fucking spinning.
Fuck, just Fuck, it is at times like this it is the only word that adequately represents how I feel and the only word I can utter with conviction. It is the only act I can complete with conviction. Even now, my hands feel hollow and this is all I can do to not smash my head on the street under the unravelling trees.
I'd vomit if I thought that the bile in my stomach would surrender it's campaign against the back of my throat. I'd sleep if my mind could agree to just stop fucking spinning.