i am well
i have been deathly ill for like 3 going on 4 days now, or i guess it feels that way. man and i had to work 3 of those 4 days. i can finally relax and yet i can't relax... i feel like time has stopped... or somehow passed me by. why have all the clocks stopped...? who stopped the clocks? clocks clocks why did you stop? everything has rushed past me and i can't see what the fuck happened. oh damn you, you discontent heart. i don't know anyone anymore. i don't do anything. this can't be... my 4 drug-less nights have shown me this. everything is wrapped up in time, but what is time. something we earthlings are taught to believe. what if our future determines our past...? and our life is just moments reverberating back and forth.