The reflections in the morning's mirrors bare resemblance of the
Crypt Keeper. My emotions stirring like the man who watched the creature
ripping apart the airplane's wing. Tremulous Trepidation.
Sleep was unkind and unwilling to grant me passage from yesterday's emotions. This taunting left me pleading as I clung to my pillow. A makeshift protection from the static between the sporadic flipping of the channels within my mind. The ringing of the emergency broadcast system was helpless to raucous internal chatter.
My dreams were unusually trivial and I awoke with the feelings of a contestant on Jeopardy. Yesterday's metaphorical writing may have been the mastermind behind last night's soap opera.
The towering stature of Tyreese was aggressively assertive in demanding I revamp the shambles of my room. Four gloomy walls covered with dirt and dust and dilapidated wallpaper. I was a homeless victim of eviction as Katie Perry was given priority to what little space was left. An apocalyptic scene infested with celebrities.
The "Walkers" were chomping at the bit and pawing at my tattered clothes. My last memories of this bizarre script were of my falling tears and abandoned emotions. This was not your "Teenage Dream" and certainly fell short of an Academy nomination.
Lately these days nothing makes sense and there's no direction to this madness. There never has been but it's been more askew from the norm. An intangible tangent.
Insanity is more than just a disc to spin it's now a way of life even Sean T's given up on attempting to coach this crazy girl.
Tyreese: A character from The Walking Dead who fell short of becoming an NFL linebacker.
Katie Perry: Self explanitory. I'm not even fond of her music so of course I'm even less fond of her debut in my dreams.
Sean T: Beachbody fitness coach. Insanity and T25.
Sleep was unkind and unwilling to grant me passage from yesterday's emotions. This taunting left me pleading as I clung to my pillow. A makeshift protection from the static between the sporadic flipping of the channels within my mind. The ringing of the emergency broadcast system was helpless to raucous internal chatter.
My dreams were unusually trivial and I awoke with the feelings of a contestant on Jeopardy. Yesterday's metaphorical writing may have been the mastermind behind last night's soap opera.
The towering stature of Tyreese was aggressively assertive in demanding I revamp the shambles of my room. Four gloomy walls covered with dirt and dust and dilapidated wallpaper. I was a homeless victim of eviction as Katie Perry was given priority to what little space was left. An apocalyptic scene infested with celebrities.
The "Walkers" were chomping at the bit and pawing at my tattered clothes. My last memories of this bizarre script were of my falling tears and abandoned emotions. This was not your "Teenage Dream" and certainly fell short of an Academy nomination.
Lately these days nothing makes sense and there's no direction to this madness. There never has been but it's been more askew from the norm. An intangible tangent.
Insanity is more than just a disc to spin it's now a way of life even Sean T's given up on attempting to coach this crazy girl.
Tyreese: A character from The Walking Dead who fell short of becoming an NFL linebacker.
Katie Perry: Self explanitory. I'm not even fond of her music so of course I'm even less fond of her debut in my dreams.
Sean T: Beachbody fitness coach. Insanity and T25.
