Disassociation.
I am displaced from myself. In a stagnant state of mind I'm trapped from reality. Time is an enemy in the mind of the dismembered.
I am depressed.
My muscles ache and my mind is screaming for a way out. There's a fast track to nowhere that's breathing down my neck.
I am lazy.
I hate the days and loathe the nights. I am scared of myself. Scared of what's to come in a uncertain, ever changing future. Time is what I make of it, if only I knew where to begin and what to build from this rubble that's becoming my life.
My mind is racked thinking of a direction to go with this writing. It's just a mere blurb in a day that actually started looking up from the state of grey that's become my daily existence.
My lonesome alibi.
My colors changed and the grey faded to a blue. A pale yet slightly bright shade of blue. The colors of apathy dancing with subtle irony.
I needed a hint of color in my monotone, black and white world.
With tomorrow ahead I'm actually looking forward to the mystery of the mood I might awaken to. My own little personal mystery.
Tomorrow I'm running off, out of town and away from these walls that have become my own prison. At least for a day I will be free of the time that's haunting my mind and stalking my emotions making me a meek, fragile prey to the monsters of reality.
At least for a day I can be me. Perfect escape to nowhere. An escape from myself and from this grey haze that's controlling my every thought, my every move, my every breath.
Color me content, at least for now
I am displaced from myself. In a stagnant state of mind I'm trapped from reality. Time is an enemy in the mind of the dismembered.
I am depressed.
My muscles ache and my mind is screaming for a way out. There's a fast track to nowhere that's breathing down my neck.
I am lazy.
I hate the days and loathe the nights. I am scared of myself. Scared of what's to come in a uncertain, ever changing future. Time is what I make of it, if only I knew where to begin and what to build from this rubble that's becoming my life.
trapped in disillusion
clawing at the walls
darkness fills the days
confusing are the halls
apathy clouds the judgment...
My mind is racked thinking of a direction to go with this writing. It's just a mere blurb in a day that actually started looking up from the state of grey that's become my daily existence.
My lonesome alibi.
My colors changed and the grey faded to a blue. A pale yet slightly bright shade of blue. The colors of apathy dancing with subtle irony.
I needed a hint of color in my monotone, black and white world.
With tomorrow ahead I'm actually looking forward to the mystery of the mood I might awaken to. My own little personal mystery.
Tomorrow I'm running off, out of town and away from these walls that have become my own prison. At least for a day I will be free of the time that's haunting my mind and stalking my emotions making me a meek, fragile prey to the monsters of reality.
At least for a day I can be me. Perfect escape to nowhere. An escape from myself and from this grey haze that's controlling my every thought, my every move, my every breath.
Color me content, at least for now
Tick tock goes the clock as the time moves slowly.
Tick tock goes my mind as it obsesses over the passing day
Tick tock goes my emotions ever changing rapidly
tick tock won't you stop and just let me be?
