concentraiting on the unnecessary
holding my breath for a chance to come
waiting for the unraveling to become undone
flipping impatiently through pages of time
scolding myself for not knowing the whos whats and whys
i'm trying to breathe but all the air has been pumped out
looking every which way but straight
trying to tear down the walls that have been created
they've been blocked off with cement
confusion is as confusion does
and everything just stops
a freeze in time
spinning around but nothing moves except myself
like being drunk and knowing theres not a damn thing anyone can do
i vomit up all the unnecessary
feels like its been stuck in me for more than just days
everything just falls out
i still have no chance to think
though i feel better and i lay my head on the beholder of shit
its comforting for the moment
still nothing is solved
but i don't have to think because i am too wore out