I am stuck in that three ring circus. I feel as though I am weightless being tossed around by those questions. I am spinning to fast and I feel like I am going to puke up my soul. Time is the hardest measure to live up to. It expects so so much and yet the only way we know it exists are stupid clocks (some would argue the sun, cant disagree). What are we to have done? What are we not to be doing? Who fuckin says??? I cant handle that pressure any more or I will tear into three. Why should I care? What is even the big deal? Where can you compare accomplishment to accomplishment, ability to ability, time wasted to time well spent? Who does that?
Why wont it leave me alone?
1 comment:
so many questions when all we're suppose to have are answers.
damn rough, i'd say.
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