Complaints

I wish I could pull out every thought
in a single string
and give my head some space.
I wish I could wrap it around
the entire world
and see how much I scare the human race.
I wish I could laugh it off
as if I'm not crazy
and continue at a full speed pace.
I wish I could curl up into a ball
and fall asleep for good
but instead I'm staring fear in the face.

History repeats itself

The world runs on repeats of the past.
Someone has already said the words you've muttered - or shouted,
walked the ground you've trusted your feet on,
hugged the people you've clung onto with hope.
Sometimes, though, these repeats over lap in some way.
You say the same words, to two different people,
You shuffle your feet next to a new body on the same old road,
You hug the people you should have left behind.
And it's these warped repeats that confuse us,
excite us,
endanger us.
We feel the connection of familiarity and we thrive on that,
and somehow the outcome of the past is always forgotten until it's too late.
No one can say that they've never made a mistake.
We regret things and make faulty decisions on a daily basis.
We grow from these situations, but sometimes it takes years
of failed instances to the point of pulling your hair out
and banging your head against the wall.
You think "Why me?"
and the best answer to give is wait -
you will soon see that this repeat of bullshit
is apart of human nature.

It's July, by the way.

I don't think I could have even told you what month it was.
Hot.
That's all I knew -
sticky, humid, melt your face off hot.
Somehow I managed to not get out of bed,
I just laid there for hours...
maybe even days.