Surrender the idea of higher knowledge, surrender pseudo-insight ( Read more... )

Often times, I don't remember you. I am waiting for the day to come un-rotten. I keep telling you, "when that happens, I can turn my face." But I never do, because in those small moments when it does, I'm busy waiting for the next low to come.

I'm sorry you've never seen my face.

Its the long-range pressure I don't do well with. I think its the waiting. I can't just do it all in one go, like a "don't-stop-adrenaline-pumping" sort of thing. I'm impatient, and long stretches of time with little to keep my mind on make me anxious. Especially when I'm in a stressful situation that I have to get myself through, but have to wait ( Read more... )