Pain In Solitude
Sometimes I feel as if I solely hold it all together. I could lie in bed for days, doing nothing, and still never achieving my desired amount of sleep. Sleep is a temporary escape, but you can't gain ground with your eyes closed. Debts will be debts, ails will be ails, and those i owe all know i'm still breathing. Perhaps I still need a cleansing. Showers only remove physical dirt, unfortunately. Cleaning my room won't clean up my lifestyle. Some would say it's a start, but I know that the clothes will only fall short of the hamper and the rubbish will still fall short of the trash can. I find myself emersed in stories, movies, and poems. Surrounded by art and conceptual thought that can never be real, but feels better than where I am. The undead surround me, but not as they are portrayed in movies. Zombies are real, and I'm a survivor.