12.29

Getting closer to New Years.
Getting closer to School. :[
Getting closer to what might be the same.
Getting closer to what might be different.
Who Knows?

Something I wrote last night.

I've always had this
time on my mind
Never found out how many times I could lie
Fall asleep on my bed, work in my head
Just never realized my thoughts were dead
11:42, Thoughts running around
This paper is a track with spilled ink that I found
Made up, imaginary, colorless ink
Crumpled paper, somewhat a link
Sanity, floating away and I see it
Crawling, struggling, clear to a blur
Sinking deep into this world
Is it wrong to think this is where I belong
Colorless, crumpled, NO. We don't get along
Get out of my head, the components of thread
the link to my sanity
This is what you get when you mix me with boredom
and a cup filled to the brim
Empty bowl, occupied by nachos by my side
Giving up some feedback, unhappily, of my life.