eeek_the_kat

In case anyone is wondering I'm mainly just burning through some poetry that I've written over the years. Don't know why really. It has just been interesting to look back over and remember the things that were going on when I wrote it.

To all my American bound friends I hope all have a Happy Thanksgiving.

To Sunna I hope Pearl Jam rocked.

staring off into space
my mind slips away without a trace
i look for it from time to time
but i truly do not miss this brain of mine
i get along fine not having it in my head
why keep it chained when eventually i'll be dead
let it roam free and have its own life
no need to tie it down with my stress and strife
it deserves to be happy and so carefree
why make it stay and be depressed like me
for if i were to hang on to it
all it would do is sit
and slip quietly into insanity
instead i have decided to let it be
i imagine the adventures that it has while away
partying all night and relaxing on a beach at day
wooing the women and becoming the leader of men
all the while knowing it is on a vacation that will never end
will it come back to me on its own
it remains to be seen and my dreams haven't shown
the answer to that question or any that i've had
in case you haven't figured it out yet i am quite litterly mad
reality is as strange to me as madness is to you
the pieces of my fragile state are held together by a glue
of fantasies and speculations brought about
by the way i would like things to be during my mental drought
sooner or later i know the flood will come
and that when it does i will be done
for nothing can stand against the water's wall
it strikes quickly and always leads to a fall
the flood is reality crashing down
it hits and in it my fantasy world drowns
i swirl around and drop silently through the drain
but as do i so does my pain
at some point it will be over i know
but not when it will be so
i'll continue living mindlessly
insane, oblivious, lost, and free