why do i feel like i'm idling through?
i can't quite explain it. it comes when you least expect it. my room is clean and i've returned from one of the most amazing places i've ever been to in my life; and yet i'm stuck in a funk
this funk sucks and i would like to beat it with a sledgehammer, but i'm afraid the sledgehammer will do nothing. this funk surrounds my thoughts like a impenetrable safe to which i'm beginning to believe holds nothing. maybe, in order to unlock this metal funk, a journey to the start would prove to be the key. ok, i guess i'll start from the beginning
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