Day 3

[This is all just metaphorical rubbish don't hurt your mind it's not really supposed to be understood so it matters not.]

Round and round it goes. Where it stops, nobody knows.
It sure as hell isn't stopping where I am that's for sure.
I'm tired of standing at the bus stop.
Move the hell over and let me sit. Rude. Rude. Rude.
That's all it seems like. Hun, it's an exterior.

Oh, there goes my stop. My chance. The winning shot.
It's my fault I guess... Too bad. Maybe the opportunity will rise again?
I don't know anything. I'll dream of it for now. It seems so much nicer and simpler.
Dreaming dreaming dreaming. It's all I really want to do now.
Just let my mind make everything up as it goes.

I'd like to take that purple pill from the movie "Sex and Death 101" and sleep for a very long time and let everything subside fade out and be at ease.

I think I've gotten a knot on my shoulder or back from stressing.
How ridiculous. I wish I wasn't ticklish sometimes...
But, it's part of the deal to achieve what I need to carry on. Not really.
I guess it makes it sound better though. I think I need that...


{Make everything that comes out of your pretty little mouth extravagant and laced with pure tranquility then sit with me in silence and we'll drift on to thought laying side by side.}

Content Silence is my new found bliss and pleasure.