mind and heart.

i guess i should have cried. 

it wouldnt have done any good.

everything about me is awake and living except my mind of course.

its hard to keep eye contact and hold conversations these days.

its not you, its me. as cliche as that is. its the truth.

its as though ive been sleep walking and suddenly awoken to find myself here.

even when i look straight into the milky blue eyes, i cant find myself anymore. when did i stop being me? 

M.

sleep. red&khaki. eat. smoke. drink. sleep. red&khaki. eat. smoke. drink. sleep.

rinse and repeat.

to all of those who have ever been jealous or bitter about little ol'e me please try my life on for size. if you enjoy come knock on my brain and take over.

lines for the brain, air for the heart.