The dog is sleeping on the bed, and the cat is sleeping on the floor, and I’m sitting at my desk watching the snow fall quietly outside. It’s beautiful, and still, and I feel comfortable right now. I feel more comfortable than I have felt in a long time. But I still know that IContinue reading “Winter Days”
Sometimes I want To kill myself. Other times I just Want to eat so Much bacon that I have to throw up. Either way, I’m Always afraid to Actually do it.
I’ve started taking A new way home From work lately. I was seeing too many Cops when I would go The other way and It was giving me anxiety. And I know that I Shouldn’t say that. Because I know that Saying that is like Admitting that I have Anxiety in the first place. MaybeContinue reading “Drive Home, or, Anxiety”
So I finally Took that Vacation that I was saying I Needed to take. The one to Get away from All of the Tap-tapping rain And the worries In my brain. Finally, I got My escape. And, truthfully, Now that I’ve Had my time and Gotten my space, I still don’t Feel that great, AndContinue reading “Vacation, Pt. 2”
“Ok,” I say with a sigh, and then I start shaving the scratchy fuzz that has been sprouting out of my chin. It doesn’t grow very thick, but I shave what’s there and it makes me feel better. That is, until I notice that the skin where I shaved has started peeling from the cold weather. I decideContinue reading “Shave”
Sometimes I wonder What would happen if I just seized up and died, Like, right at work, or Right before your eyes. I think for a moment There would be surprise, But after a while Everyone would just Move on with their lives, And maybe even laugh About it from time to time. I thinkContinue reading “What Would You Do?”
Sweating.. Sweating.. Sweating in my armpits and my forehead and a little down my back. It’s all sweat. It’s all fear. I can’t breathe, and I’m cold in my fingertips and on the head of my cock. Maybe it’s just nervousness. Fear and nervousness? Where do you draw the line? Either way it shows inContinue reading “Sweat”
Sometimes I spend So much time alone In my room, With the door shut And the lights off, That I forget that Other people exist. And that’s pretty nice.
It’s really too bad That no matter What you do, There will always be Someone, Somewhere, Pointing and laughing At you.
It’s coming… I can feel it Coming. It’s in my gut, Churn Churn Churning, And Boil Boil Boiling. I’m going to erupt, Blow my lid, Lose my fucking shit. I can feel it Coming. Any minute… But then I burp, And I kind of Feel better. I guess it was just indigestion, I think.