1:46 a.m., i've been awake for too long. every time i look at a wall, or something somewhat stationary, it starts bulging and moving in all sorts of contorted ways that it's not supposed to. frightful and fitting for the way my brain is feeling. sickish, so lost and hesitant. hallucinating manically. i'll find my way, somehow. start by tracing these flimsy steps. or something.
i've been waiting for the murky sea to breath deep and erase them all. disorient memory beyond recall. don't know what's taking so long. wish i could be a rootless vagabond. and forget you, casually.