The Ramblings of Myself

Author's note: see Our Body's Words They Speak for a dive into the meaning behind this prose. 

I have these thoughts. Some not so great, I figured if maybe I can get them out I could live again.

I am just in a box: a little dark box.

I am sorry I got lost in the dark again. It was never my intention.

The fog is so thick. I am even scared of myself.

It's like a blur then a tip.

I'm always Tipping left or right. either or. 

A little ticking pain in my head.

A blur. Then a tip.

Tick Tick the tapping pain. 

I have lost my way. Or maybe it has always been that way.

It is okay; eventually everything is okay. 

I feel empty and sometimes cold.

I want to feel different.

Although I am empty I am so heavy. I want light, I want airy, "breezy."

I'm lonely but not alone ticking in my shoulder.

Blur. Then a tip. Tired I am so tired. Like I have given up. 

I Never give up.

Blur. Blur.

Tip, Blur, Waver. 

Exhausted to the point of pointless. That's why it feels like giving up. Hopefully I am just resting. 

I hope I am just resting. 

Tick tick pain in my head. Tick tick pain in my shoulder.

I am so tired.