lately I've spent many days wasting away in the basement of a place adjacent to my Escape, basically abhorrent and, moreover, agoraphobic, but tryna get back to a state where I used to be. and my attic is fiending for me to take a stab at leaving but the lack of fencing actually kept me from vacating to my neighbors' oasis and left me snarling and on guard like a barking dog-guardian.
gotta get away from all the haze and fog and awful memories to keep from fleeting in this bog and being replaced by a doppelgänger of a tall, lanky, half-attractive, gifted-but-also-daft young bastard. faux valiant, oft galvanic -- I could go on... I'm not being self-depreciative, but just speaking the only things I think I believe to be true. and I need to subdue these unbelievably narcissistic ruminations, too...
I don't know where I was going with that, just had to vent like a night spent grilling catfish and trapped in a kitchen with windows but no gaps...
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