soft edges
i think at one point it all got to be too much and i worked on shutting it out, like a prisoner trying to melt into the monotony of a harsh sentence, detaching and letting it float by, at first by plugging myself into a computer all day, then with alcohol, hoping that eventually i would change, my term commuted, freed into something else? but i stopped drinking and i try to only use the computer at work now, and probably because of the no-alcohol thing i am on the verge of tears forever in a way that brings me back to being 17, 18, 19 , probably because it's the time right before i found how to shut it all down.
i can't really account for the last few years, it's all a little bit dull, i feel fuzzy
i can't really account for the last few years, it's all a little bit dull, i feel fuzzy