| “You say, ‘All you ever talk about is dying, and it’s getting so old…”
-Colour Revolt
I’m spacing out again,
Another quiet day on the job.
The clouds aren’t really moving,
But I find myself amused anyway.
The sun is blinding.
My eyes begin to fill with water.
My vision is blurred.
Fuck-
Blink,
Back to reality.
I wipe the wet bags under my eyes,
As catch a glance of her walking up to the door.
Compose yourself.
She makes me feel nervous.
She walks across the floor like she’s walking to her end.
She stares at me from across the counter
Emotionless, Penniless, Guiltless
I hand her a cup and sit down in my thoughts
Scenarios.
I want to read her,
She seems to find the same fascination with the sky.
The phone rings.
Fuck-
Back to reality.
She’s hysterical again.
He’s a cheat; you’re psychotic,
Another predictable day at the home front.
I don’t want to handle this.
I can feel the water weight in my chest,
There’s a tingling sensation in my fingers.
I step out of the moment,
Scenarios.
What a vivid feeling I had that day.
I don’t know where I went,
But I spilled dirty water
When did I become so clumsy?
I don’t want to end up like this
I’m slowly turning into it.
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| Man....
What a fantastic show. I definitely needed it to keep up my sanity... |
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| I have a lot of pictures to put up here...so much time, so little patience...maybe tomorrow! |
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| 3 more days... 
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| Life feels so serious. Everything has reached its breaking point. I find it really hard to take myself seriously now...  |
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