....to speak of dreams that made it hard to sleep....
It can't be real, this feeling, that the world is coming to an end, that all I know is folding inward, collapsing inward. I feel deceptively full, and surprisingly empty. The will disappears; the body rebels. Hope seems frozen and waning; desperation seems vital and waxing.
...are you surprised that I ain't ordinary?...
I don't know what to do. This life ain't workin' right now; maybe it just doesn't work at all anymore. I don't know. I'm...tired. Thwarted. Visionary. Angry. Restless. Not necessarily for travel; these bones have given up already - Louisiana to Mississippi to Maryland to New York and back again, then Monroe to Sulphur. Coming soon: Louisiana to Mississippi, two weekends in a row.
I shouldn't complain; but it's all too heavy all of a sudden, and I don't know what to do.
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