We are all intertwined,
neighbors, as grapes on a great invisible vine

It rained all day today.

I think the sky must have been crying for you.

Mom says your in a better place,

I wish I knew where this place is.





Sing with the birds, and fly with them too.

The days, they pass
The days, they pass

Time plays games with your mind
The clock ticks fast

The days, they pass
The days, they pass

I'll never look back
I'll never look back.

It's one of those days where nothing seems right. It's not a matter of the events of my day, considering nothing of any solitude has occurred. It's just that nagging feeling that everything is just...wrong. The words I speak are wrong, my actions are wrong, my thoughts are wrong. My body is wrong, my hair is wrong, my face is wrong, my clothes are oh so wrong. I'm just a fuck up...today that is. I hate being in this absolutely pessimistic mood, but I can't seem to ignore these negative thoughts. It's like even when I'm not thinking, this frustrated energy just grabs a hold of me. It makes me just want to pull my hair out, ya know? I need to find a way to rid of these feelings that pulsate throughout my body like the sting of radiation. Usually my art makes me happy - or at least it makes me feel like I can escape momentarily. But today. Today, it makes me sick to my stomach because I'm just not impressed.