my life is just this cyclical rotation of events and it has gotten itself
to the point where yesterday may as well have been last week and last week felt
to have lasted equally as long as last month and tomorrow will become yesterday
before i even have a chance to comprehend what time it is and what i am doing
and the words that are continuously salivating from my lips but mean nothing
and make no sense at all. the promise of two more years and i am done is not
enough to contest or even settle the nerves that pin prick my skin as i attempt
to understand this place and my existence here. i have never felt so trapped
and i have never felt so weak and nothing feels okay and nothing will ever get
better if something doesn't happen soon. my brain is disolving and i am just
staring at the floor and i am not thinking and i am not existing, i am only
waiting for time to keep moving so that i can keep moving and do i even know
where i am? how i got here? probably not, but i am too tired to wonder; too
tired to ask.
it's all going to be the same as yesterday, anyway.
it's all going to be the same as yesterday, anyway.