clear the consciousness

devoid of feelings.

its just motions now.

i can't bear to think about the next few days.

granted home was never very fun.

but at least it was something.

missing times.

its like the "fat kid" days.

post.

the things i do now.

astonish me.

the lengths i will go.

for something so simple.

its scary to think.

thats what ive become.

then maybe its just primal.

im really not sure what to think anymore.

leaving it up to fate.

to decide for me.

i can't seem to get a clear grasp.

on what i'm going to do.

i need alternatives.

something new.

something not this.

because it really is harming.

intoxicating to the stream.

of mind.

and body.

you are wary of my gift.

you have a right to be.

from what you know.

frosting covers.

and comfy blankies.

i miss something.

and certainly many someones.

if only.

how did that appear?

i've not a slightest idea.

i don't know where anything is anymore.

i'll probably misplace the spoons.

and forget the words.

to the greeting.

my small talk is not so small.

and its obvious we do not belong together.

without anything else.

to bind.

i guess it's worth it for the moment.

sleep.

something for the soul.

writing away.

withering.