No Air…

 

No air…
My mind is fuzzy and seeing everything through a cloud.
Oxygen so low…
My dreams are stalled and yet vivid in detail. Useless motions and blurs.
Old habits renewed…
I’m hunched over. Like watching monkeys throw shit at one another. My thoughts are blended and starving.
Can’t think, no air…
Very few know, very few understand. Yet that pretentious voice and expectation! Oh, how it pisses me off… It angers me to no end. Must be careful, no air… The Oxygen is so low…
On and on the useless ramblings of an altered perception and pretension, yeah, bullshit. Bullshit words, thoughts and, wait, I have to breathe now.
It’s like some bad sci-fi movie. Though, I tend to like the bad ones…
No oxygen… No air…
Just nothing there no matter how much I try, I scramble… My damned mind diving into the mechanical madness.
It should be easy, it should be done. What wasted resources, on nothing…
Hard to take.
Hard to handle.
I think I’ll go back to watching the monkeys throw shit… And try to breathe…

T.L. Stafford
12/7/2018

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