I feel confined.
I’m not sure what I want to do but I’m sick of this monotonous routine.
I’ve tried to keep myself busy but something’s always getting in the way.
I’m ready for this all to be over for good. The uncertainty of it all isn’t helping to put my mind at ease.
I can’t remember the last time I spent quality time with someone.
It’s beginning to get to me.
I feel I might crack.
But I can’t. That would be the worst.
This has to be the worst year ever. And it was supposed to be mine.
How could I be bored when a million things are happening all at once?
The shy dance of the moon… it plays peekaboo in the clouds.
It’s almost as if it’s speaking to me, calling to me
It’s so curious. How this ornament in the sky is really just a giant rock
I’m so entertained by this glowing orb… Enamored
It’s something so larger than life. I feel small in comparison but I’m not afraid. I feel still.
How could I feel alone? We’re all under the same stars tonight
1 second it’s out in full bloom and the next it’s gone
Hi old friend… Bye old friend…
A drifter.
A wanderer.
A vagrant.
A misnomer.
A complete anomaly.
No identity.
No ties.
No friends.
No lovers.
No profile.
1 of ?
Team player.
No… no.
If the answer was in him he surely would have found it.
Something’s missing.
He’s missing.
But to have been missing, he would have to have had a place where he belonged in the first place.
A ghost.
A virtual nobody.
No record.
No backstory.
Just the perfect phantom.
And the strange thing is… he might actually prefer it that way.
Artistic Apathy 