For the sake of it.
Long, short, whatever.
For you.

A longer sentence full of concepts to barely explain the heaviness in my heart, escaping stagnancy.

Telling myself that it's okay to feel this way, yet I'm unable to show for it?
Write.

Experience the feelings, reignite curiousity.

Replace your glasses. Fresh perspective.
A hundred bucks.

I feel sick, choked. I need medicine.
I. I. I. I. I.
So many I's, egotistical? My brother in Christ, are you beating yourself up while you are sick with the flu?

Brother in Christ, when was the last time you went to church?

Silence me. Please. I cry out a cry for help.
Fragmented thoughts, barely sensible. Help.

No story to help me please.
No, the word was tell.

Was it really a life worth living. Is a life you live, get some sleep.forearms trembling I feel chills I am so k. Sick.

Get well soon, man.