Not burdened with an overabundance of brains.

[hoveringsombrero]

I'm still sick.

It's largely my stupidness that keeps me sick.
Each part of me is too connected to every other bit.
Stress and worry always takes me down.

I take work far too seriously,
I am never content with being "good enough"
I have to be the best.

So work stress, plus the soul numbing mundaneness of it all,
is making this sick linger.

Methinks she doth whine too much.

I ain't quitting,
I ain't shirking my responsibilities.

Just hurts my soul.
I feel like I'm getting dim.
The sky doesn't seem real anymore,
seems painted on.

It was full or nearly full moon last night,
it was pretty,
but didn't seem any more real than a velvet elvis.

My brain feels like a jenga puzzle which is in a pile.
I feel like my soul is leaking out at my seams.

Like I don't have enough blood in me.









I have forgotten the face of my father.

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Forgotten faces?

[(Anonymous)]

Rumor has it that you have also forgotten other faces as well.

Which faces?

Faces that were once as important to you as your father's.