Electro swishes while my wishes get subdued by the endless cyclical day dream. My fingers flicker and the sticky labels adhere to the product over again. I walk home half in and out of traffic intermittently feeling fucking sick and in ecstasy. My arms inflate and my belly sags and i stand stooped to reach the desk. When I'm home I look up girls I used to know on facebook. This is not a healthy pastime. Then I get as much new music so the next day slips away smoothly. but what exactly am I achieving? The doctors glad I left my dads the temporary haven. As i was simply shut up behind my eyes again.
Now i'm better, brighter fitter though the days passs endlessly and pointlessly. the sun shines and passes right the way through my eyes to the back of my skull. as it's empty.