Sometimes people talk
And I’m all…
This is great, I dig them.
Other times people talk
And I’m all…
Listen, shut the fuck up.
I’m dealing with a personal Hell right now.
My skin is crawling.
My eye is twitching.
Everywhere I look
Makes me think and feel worse.
My vision is blurry.
My balance is off.
As I don’t know if I can survive another day like this.
All I want to do is run.
Farther away than the time before.
Until I dissipate into the wind.
And my thoughts slow down; for once.
But I am (rudely) interrupted.
And the cashier grunts, “That will be $2.68”.
“Hmmph”, I grunt back as I pull out my wallet.
Shoving the powdered donut in my face.
Smacking my lips and I’m all…
This is great. I dig them.
