i found myself in a day where nothing happens.
sleep is the flavor and getting high is the point.
laying around in a cesspool of interruppted thoughts
i mange to raise myself like the dead
i eat no good. my body probably destroying itself
the means to make me stronger. are
not in contact with the being of myself

every waking moment i try and think of
a good reason to keep fighting life.
when everything i own is going thru the stages of lost
my life slowly shattering infront of me
my plans slightly detterred in a way that strangles my
drive and emotion about everyhting that matters

things should matter more.
i should care more.
everything is carefree
i feel alone all day and all night.