No more games, no more projects.
I’m removing the restraints, deconstructing the dam.
Let it all flow, the waterfall I’ve been bottling up.
Every excuse I get, I’m gonna put it right here –
even if no one cares.
I’ve realized I have nothing to report on my increasingly sad life
except the fact that I’m home all the time,
enraptured by quality television.
A stagnant purgatory of a 21st century making.
I force myself to regurgitate specific times of my day,
but it’s all really pathetic jabber – nothing monumental or important.
My funds flushing away as I still refuse to give up “the dream”.
As I get increasingly fatter. But what is body image, anyway?
This is just a vessel to hold my spirit.
Life’s short.
I’m sorry I can’t pull more passion forth.
Thankfully not in love and I guess this is what the in-betweens feel like:
Indifferent apathy.
I’m rattling my cage though. The wave must crash, the sun must rise, the moon must wax and wane.
Get in my head, my soul. I want to tell you all about it one day.
This is rest before the unknown beginning.
It will make for excellent storytelling.
C’mon, Time – I hope you’re on my side.
