Pressures in the head releasing in one place giving me a chance to breathe and increasing in another once again a chance to suffocate my last breath. Vision becomes blurred, reaction time becomes delayed, where am I now, what am I on, and what’s going to happen next. Maybe it’s just a matter of time before I find my place or maybe I have no place period and this voyage will be an endless one one which I travel without end. Each day but a drift of time, drips of sand falling to the ground when looked back upon nothing more but a beach of sand and broken glass. Past memories clear but wished forgotten, nothing there for me, nothing there I want to remember and nothing there I care to revisit. I walk and stumble but yet do not fall, I keep my balance through the kindless of a strangers soul. I’m just a kid in a grown up body, lost and confused and have run out of answers to the question that I ask myself.
Tired at times of doing what I think should be the right and having nothing to show for it. Thinking that maybe it’s simpler to just put a bullet through my head but that’s not who I am and the easy way out has never been given to me. A flicker of the switch as I tell myself good night a simple jester a symbolic one to remind me another day has just flown by.