Heart feels sad

Body feels tired
Mind feels restless
Attitude is terrible
Face feels heavy
Stomach feels queezey
Must do must do
Can't though, just can't
Just stop, everything just stop
Please
Let me catch up
Take a deep breath
You're still moving
Everything is still just going on
Rush rush rush rush
I want stillness
Deep, untouched stillness

Epiphany!

Holy shit, it just occured to me that I....





that I...



that I....



that I own a couch.

Actually 2! (two)

Like a Virgin

Innocence.

Clean, unadulterated sincerity and truth.

Truth about who you are, and the depth of your inadequacies.

The inedaquacies being self-knowledge, self-expectation as to how you will react, how you will feel.

Possibly this was lost in the bravado of experimentation or the apathy of fear.

P.S. Why can't you put a USB stick in upside down? I like syyyyymmmmmmetry.