You're screwing everything up.
Spinning in this little tight cycle of yours,
gaining speed, losing control and finally slipping under the pressure.
The totality of the universe is not centred around you.
You go through your shit, others go through theirs.
You are disillusioned. You will not take in anything, even if everything made sense?
So why should we even try?
Take a deep breath, take an award winning yoga pose.
Think of the clear blur sea and swaying palm trees.
It's not going to help but I'm still believing in it.
Contridicting.
EVERY
LITLLE
THING.
I can't comprehend.
Shan't bother to.
Your attempts fell flat.
Right smack on the floor. Enough trash.
Wasted time doing this even.
