waking from napping with a bad taste in your mouth. wishing you were sleeping
you don't want to leave the house. dripping from your dreaming of a habit you renounced. get out of bed
please go away
get out
get out
get out. you see a liar in the mirror he's sneering in that way. that makes you feel unsafe
insane and you hate to see his face. you punch the mirror to shut him up but he won't go away. he just multiplies
intensifies
he's twenty tiny blades. is it getting better?
it's really getting worse. i'll give a thousand apologies for a thousand hurts. the forest is on fire but we're gonna let it burn. we're controlling it. we've got it handled. thanks for your concern.