two skies

i'm howling at the moon.
it's yelling back with lightning.

i feel full of acid, salt, styrofoam.
and i wonder how hard i have to squint my eyes for this gin bottle to refill itself.

i can't focus on anything. not on anything in front of me. which is unfortunate, considering i am training at a new job. more people to meet. more people to act in front of.

it terrifies me to see so many people in this world. i have never felt so alone as i do now that i am constantly surrounded.
and i think all birds are bats, and all sticks are snakes.

need i say that the cloverfield monster is on my brain!
but you already knew that.

up and down up and down upanddown.

too tired. always ALWAYS too tired. i am too big for this bed.