I look around me and I can hardly see anyone.
I'm a little weary of this kind of restlessness.
I keep forgetting to take my vitamins.
my ambitions are hardly deeply rooted, I can never get enough of complacency.
I'd hate to look in the mirror and see someone other than myself
but I avoid the mirrors.
I feel the need to purge everything I own, everything I've ever touched.
Instead bring more things into my cave of un-wonders.
I hate to look out my window when I know there are curtains that should be there, that belong there.
I hate bags and boxes, I suddenly loathe my horribly quirky clutter.
So many things.
So many ways.
And there's always some thought to dampen my already musty spirits.
Like how much I need to pee right now.
That just kills me.
Who needs bodily functions?
All things these I'm connected to begin to seem like the worst, the opposite of anything I want.
And here I am perpetuating it.
This is my plague,
my inability to let go.