It's Not What You Think
It's not a 'fear of missing something' it's a 'fear of disappearing'.
There seems to be a lot of negativity in the air. Crackles and suppresses.
Music helps but can be too serious.
I don't even miss you.
I feel like a sculptor sitting in front of a mound of clay. The clay is my anger, rage, sadness, boredom, (insert descriptive emotion here). I don't know wether to try to make something out of it, (ppsssttt, I'm not a sculptor), throw it all out, or just stare. I know the longer I sit here the harder it's going to get... literally. See what I did there?
There seems to be a lot of negativity in the air. Crackles and suppresses.
Music helps but can be too serious.
I don't even miss you.
I feel like a sculptor sitting in front of a mound of clay. The clay is my anger, rage, sadness, boredom, (insert descriptive emotion here). I don't know wether to try to make something out of it, (ppsssttt, I'm not a sculptor), throw it all out, or just stare. I know the longer I sit here the harder it's going to get... literally. See what I did there?
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