Its been one of those weeks that make you question things, the drowning feeling like a flash flood and you’re tangled in the vines. Its like Murphy’s just showing off the size of his dick, leaving you feeling like a lost kid. Paranoid like a teenager in Amsterdam. Was any part a good idea? What did I miss?
Coincidences begin to feel as though they’re conspiring. Has everyone I’ve known been some figment of the mind, maybe a phantom? The last ones remaining just seem to be there to haunt and loom over everything, so maybe there’s something to that.
My mind’s on loop. Nothing new, and sure as shit, nothing interesting.
- zacktraum posted this