ummmmmmm

i haven't been sick in ten months...possibly longer, maybe this is why I am up at four am trying to fight this feeling

sometimes i think i should follow through with ideas

and make money
and make followers
and boost my ego
past what it already is.

but then i think of who i want to be,
and who i can't stand to see

and it all goes back...

the city is a dirty place
filled with the sad and  the sick
hands seems the most filthy
and maybe for once
ill stop biting my nails.....

because when the madness hits,
i don't want to help it out....


i hope you're a part of this building of defense
against your image, and your memory
swept up like sand, and tossed to the wind.


i want to go back to sleep....