Still in the Blur

I've been spending the weekend trying to cage all of the free spirits. So let's make sure to make them shiny so we'll be able to see them glisten on the ocean bottom. We'll take your flaws and polish them until they're as good as new... that is except for insecurity, there has been a recall on that one.

I'm guessing I look like I just got off a bender because everyone keeps saying "you really should get some rest." Like that was ever the problem.

It feels more like I'm a surgeon who can't cut himself open to save his own life. Going AWOL from ghost towns. My dreams are all backyards in the suburbs and you. And whatever happens in between, just make sure our plots are matching and next to each other.

It's kind of tough being a people pleaser when you aren't too fond of people in general. On steroids for the stomach pain - no, not the cool kind. Though one of the side effects is dementia.

I just want to lay in my own bed and think this through. Instead I sneak time on tile floors and passenger seats. I can hardly hold my head up long enough to find sentences in it. We can only drive past wreckage so many times until it sticks.

HaveHeartWillingToTravel

Up the dosage just to assess the damage. "You're too young to be writing like this." I mature with every word, hasn't anyone told you. It's all that I can do to spill my guts tonight. Everything is wound up and I'm without the energy to struggle.