I've been feeling disconnected.
Things have been wild, pretty stressful. I'd like to apologize to those affected.
Regardless of how I've been, the job is still what remains. So I put the coat on and do what's expected of me all the same.
Engaging autopilot, ultraviolet.
They say what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger.
A saying that I've heard ten thousand times, and often pondered.
I guess to some degree sure, but with that same thinking you could also be made weaker or simply worn down.
But whatever, just small thoughts. Another note for the box. Scooby-Doo on my socks.
Or if I really don't like it, leave it on the ground at the docks.
Sleep is difficult. Sometimes I dread it. I find myself avoiding it through late night conversations.
Enjoying my time awake more than asleep. My dreams were never really the best.
But suddenly I feel guilt. So I lock up and apologize.
Sorry, I don't mean to cause any trouble. I had been awake longer than I had realized.
Waking from the abyss, cautiously maneuvering fog and the mist,
turning up the volume when the idea for a study persists.
Turn topics on a dime. Smile and say I'm fine.
Constantly pacing in line, not looking very vital.
Thoughts on the mind becoming darkened and tidal.
But now it's time for their favorite game.
Shoot themselves in the foot and shift the blame…
Trying to figure out where to go from here after being drenched by all those harsh words and nasty fears.
But my thoughts are interrupted by the sounds of a boat near.
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