I keep letting ideas of a poem I plan on writing about god slip out of my mind without being written down.
I keep feeling sick again and I've long since forgotten how to deal with it.
I read today that anti-depressants are changing the way that our culture is evolving.
I keep feeling like my head's about to explode and I can't remember the code to stop the countdown.
Which wires to pull.
Have I ever really known?
I keep allowing thoughts of her to keep me from getting proper sleep.
I keep washing my bedding because at night I feel like I'm being bitten by fleas.
I'm awash in thoughts of social constructs and god,
and yet,
I can't even pinpoint what it is that I believe.