My Thumb's Soliloquy

mood: weird

Brains
Oozing out of ears
Like freshly made porridge
Or rot in the bottom of a bin.

Eyes
Glazing over in stupidity
Like warm sugary doughnuts
Or slime on a fish

Hands
Hovering over a mouse
Like lethargic trashcan lids
Or stiff cardboard boxes

Shoulders
Hunching into a tight knit
Like an old man
Or a jagged mountain

Hair
Falling sultry on the shoulders
Like a frilly curtain
Or fresh bed sheets

Ears
Nonfunctional and built up
Like a broken staircase
Or a muffled boom box

Lung
Expanding at a snail pace
Like a snowy scene
Or a budding flower

Heart
Tocking exponentially slower
Like an old wooden metronome
Or


guhhhhhhhh....GUHHHHHHHHH.........Everyday is dragging by like a Korean drama nearing the middle of the season. Avoiding reality is so easy to do. But living in a dream state is so frustrating. The lines are blurred and there is no distinction of time. I'm waiting for the moment that hair of denial that is holding me together breaks and all hell breaks loose.

I know I'm complaining and over dramatizing things. There is no excuse, no reason for me to be so terribly lazy. I feel like my flesh is rotting away and that any flicker of sanity is about to flicker for the last time.

Could i Please just stop caring?

On a brighter note: i have a third grade Halloween party to look forward to this Friday. Those were always fun!