This week is hot.
I'm slower today, and so I'm scared. What if they see?
Why am I so distracted?
I can't see or do anything else.
This is everything. I see nothing else. Only this.
I love seeing things.
I can't stop seeing things, I see everything.
I feel every misplaced, unordered thing.
It hurts.
I'm alone in here.
No one can possibly understand what it's like.
I am connected and have everything I need.
I can't remember what I was doing.
Have you seen my keys?
Oh crap, I'm not even a me.
Wow, how sweet, I don't have to be anything.
Fuck me, it's hard to be here.
This is where I am.
How can I turn it down, or turn it off.
Everything all at once, as hard as I can!
I can't do anything right.
Oh, there isn't a right, and a wrong.
There just is. This. This stuff.
What if I mess up? What if I get left behind?
I've figured it out for 48 years.
I'll figure out tomorrow too.
There's no left, right, up, down.
Directions and time,
like unicorns, santa clause, and god.
I'm falling. I'm floating. I'm free.
Oh shit, I need something to stand on,
I need something to hold on to.
It's too much.
It's not enough,
I need it to change,
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what it is.
But it's here, isn't it.
is it?
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Something I needed to get out. Maybe some of you can relate.