Tuesday, October 8, 2013
disjointed.
disorganised.
blurred, mess.
dont know why you put yourself through this everytime.
this is the only way i function.
you know it.
and everytime you turn your away from it.
your life spirals into disjunction.
a miserable mess,
tangled in the unmet deadlines,
just piling up in a corner.
no more.
we run on air and water. and maybe sunshine.
not the junk that they stuff down their throats.
caffeine. milk. water.
pills and laxatives.
that's when we come alive.