It Is.
Looking cluelessly out the window gives me less solace than I had thought it would. I haven't come to any sort of conclusion, and I doubt I ever will. I wonder if you also share the same head-turning action, and heart-wrenching sigh. Does your throat sometimes close as mine does? Or do you not remember. Speaking honestly is such a hard thing to do, although it's at the top of my priority list. Why is it that feeling is so difficult to speak. How stupid.
My brain is tired of being wracked for answers I don't have questions for. I'm sick of being tired, and tired of this virus called thought. If alchohol and tobacco fail to put me in a coffin, my wandering lonely mind will.
I don't want to die alone.
My brain is tired of being wracked for answers I don't have questions for. I'm sick of being tired, and tired of this virus called thought. If alchohol and tobacco fail to put me in a coffin, my wandering lonely mind will.
I don't want to die alone.