Life Update

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Wait a minute… I don’t use an alarm clock and even if I did, chances are I’d sleep through it.

Yawn. Stretch.

Another sleepless night… shit.

Sip. Sip. Sip.

Close my eyes and pretend this coffee is water. Ask myself why I keep doing this to myself.

Anxiety spikes. 

Resume life.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Food is done. Turn off the microwave. Pretty sure some stuff happened between this and my coffee. It’s a blur.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

That phone screen is bright. Debate getting off social media. Remembers I sometimes like it… stays on and resumes incessant blinking.

AHHHHH!

Is that a spider? Nope, it’s a hairball. Remy, are you shedding? Wait – is that my hair? Hm… let’s call it Remy’s hair anyways.

Beep.

Camera recording. Talking on camera still weirds me out. I never know what to sa- wait… that IS a spider!

AHHHHHH!

Rolled up in a ball, while I debate on potential names FOR my unwanted third roommate…. because the vegan voice in my head refuses to harm him. I dub thee… Sir Spidercus…

The Office theme song plays…

Reached Season 7 Episode 8 in an obscenely short amount of time. Thank you Netflix.

Hahahaha.

You thought I was laughing at The Office? No, I’m laughing at the idea of me actually getting sleep tonight.

Hahahaha. 

Now I’m laughing at the Office.

fin.

 

 

 

 

 

Ventilation

Measure lengths

Of time and space

Bridge the gaps

Time elapse

The burden of knowing

I can hear Greed crowing

The connotation of ‘need’

The merciless feed

Insatiable means

Sacrificed identity

Buried next to originality

While Greed preys on the remaining parts of me
Breathe…
Bright screen

Dull reality

The Dreamer

When will you make your dreams a reality?

Perhaps when the stars align?

Or maybe when pigs begin to fly?

The tick tap of your sole

The irrelevance of time…

How will you make your dreams a reality?

Through the twiddle of your thumbs?

The unprecedented magic wand,

That leaves all fair and benign?

A cryptic fantasy

Where the restless dreamers never die

 

And in the stillness of the night,

Answer me this – without quiver;

What is the dreamer’s reality?

Symptoms

Lately little thought bubbles have been popping in my head.

Pop. Pop! POP!

They’ve been giving me one hell of a headache.

Other symptoms include…

Feeling slightly whoozy,

A tad bit delirious,

And a beating heart that’s dead.

Cure: Not yet found.