I'm here, there and everywhere. On a page or in the air. Out in the middle of nowhere somewhere, anywhere. Disconnect me. Hold me. Face me. I can barely face myself. Day by day I get by, smiles facades, tears are so salty, shed for what gods? I have no collection of memories to call to my aid. That can get me by, at least these days. Sometimes I feel something like pain. It never hurts me physically, it's not the pain that one can see. If burgeons forth internally, eternally. Incompetence is my countenance, ugly is my beautiful. Where do I stand, is it indeed where I am? Flow river flow. Disease was the cure. It comes in blurry; the reception extra pale. Moon-like face. Drawn face, and gaunt limb, grant me my grand desires....I fall. A needle. I fall. On my hands. My face is bent downward, blood drops like soft rain. These days...colors come in blurry...always extra pale.

Hope you enjoyed me typing out my current state of mind, an alternative state of grace. I'm low on self esteem and I can't help but feel like I'm wasting my time. Every waking moment, what does it mean? I'm not who I want to be, I'm not mentally where I want to be. It all leads to discomfort. Sayonara. Sumimasen. Arigatou gozai-masu.