Decay

Every morning my eyes grow heavier. That stupid alarm clock won’t stop ringing. If I get out of bed I’m fucked. If I stay in bed I’m very fucked. I love being alive. Every breakfast I’m a little less prepared. That damn lunchbox doesn’t fill itself. If I make myself food I’ll be late. If…

Buying Bread

I’m buying bread.  I just left work and my feet ache.  After a mundane drive here, where I missed my turn twice, I end up at the most expensive store in town.  I’m tired, broke, and I have chores to do. But getting this bread is something I need to do. I reach for a…

(Don’t) Give In

Bad bad bad. Am I? Yes. You are. Do bad. See bad. Feel bad repeat. A recipe for disaster. And you’re the key. Good good good. Am I? Yes. You are. Do bad. See bad. Feel bad defeat. A recipe for disaster. But it’s not me. Lost lost lost. Am I? Yes. You are. Do…

What Am I Doing? A Story Of Existence.

It’s 10am and I’m stuck in bed. I can’t get this feeling out of my head. All I have is existential dread. My mental thoughts are left on read. I brush my teeth when I have the will. Standing by my bed and swallowing a pill. Looking at my texts and doing the drill. Not…