mia

The week passed and time stood still. I am aching constantly. My stomach is the definition of unrest. I feel weak and empty and like there is nothing left. I can only wait for the time I look back on these moments and realize it was worth it all to contemplate my existance. There will always be something good to come out of finding existance. For now, my heart feels enveloped by the plastic that covers my nose. I can't see anything I only hear what the person inside of me is thinking. Everything is blurry. Everything is dead. My mind is making me find my way back. How many paths can I take the other direction before I lose my senses?

Stop the insanity.
Eat three meals a day.
Go to work. Make a buck. Pay your bills. Get married. Have kids. Show them how to grow up. Start with three squares a day. Responsibility. They will take someone's place at the factory. They will pay their bills and make their babies and teach them how to become a drone. They will teach them what it feels like to be human.
Why should we even start? Where will it ever end? Mindless tasks waste a mind. In any form. In any amount.
I don't want the vacuum to hold a seal. I will find a needle. I will break your skin.