same_shit_different_day raze it's frustrating when your mind won't let your body have what it needs, and all you're missing are those last few crumbs of sleep. every plastic garbage pail is too busy doing handstands to notice how tired i am. not that they'd see anything worth noting if they took the time to look at me. just because there aren't bags under my eyes, it doesn't mean something isn't weighing them down. just 'cause you can't see it doesn't mean it ain't there. so walk with me with wild abandon. let our legs be pistons. our bodies unattended freight trains. let what's been missing try and make itself scarce then. let it just try. 220820 what's it to you? who go blather from