God I feel nauseous
Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 10:00 am
Like fighting may way through pea soup. I'm at the bottom of a bowl three feet deeper than I am tall. So, there's lots of soup to fight. But what's the point.
It wouldn't make any sense even if it was alphabet soup. It'd just be slightly clearer. There are so many things...so many things...so many things seem worth doing...in a vague sort of...I think their worth doing if I only knew what they were and how to do them, sort of way.
I get nauseous trying to focus my senses on whats in front of me worth doing. And trying to spell the word nauseous. Who comes up with these frigging words?
And I'm scared; I know the world is moving on without me. I'll wake up soon surrounded by strangers, staring at me and asking, "where'd you come from?" I won't be able to tell them. They wouldn't believe me. And they were just being polite in asking any way. They don't really want to know.
No past and no future. And the present is a bit scary too.
It wouldn't make any sense even if it was alphabet soup. It'd just be slightly clearer. There are so many things...so many things...so many things seem worth doing...in a vague sort of...I think their worth doing if I only knew what they were and how to do them, sort of way.
I get nauseous trying to focus my senses on whats in front of me worth doing. And trying to spell the word nauseous. Who comes up with these frigging words?
And I'm scared; I know the world is moving on without me. I'll wake up soon surrounded by strangers, staring at me and asking, "where'd you come from?" I won't be able to tell them. They wouldn't believe me. And they were just being polite in asking any way. They don't really want to know.
No past and no future. And the present is a bit scary too.