And When We Fall, We Will Fall Together.

Be. Obscene. Be be obscene.

Or just be.

Beat. Be. Be at.

Bate. B ate.

Sleep would be wonderful. Just a nice four hour respite, even.

My brain is obviously overloaded and I'm obviously not thinking straight any longer. The little bit of sleep I have gotten has been fitful at best. Waking up every fifteen minutes does not make for decent rest.

All I can hope for now is for all this feedback and static and sine and square and triangle and saw waves to penetrate my skull.

Caress my

Aching thoughts

Until the

Processes

Reboot

And I can see

Clearly

Again

I wish I knew what you were talking about, what it is you see differently about me that I don't see. Even if I didn't agree with it. Just to see.

see and seethe and seem and seams and sear and seat and seed

I don't see much, these days. Everything is dull and gray.

This isn't your fault. I know you empathise, you take blame and fault, but it isn't. Please realize that. None of this is intended to make you feel that way. All of this would have happened regardless, I assure you.

Maybe dull and gray isn't the correct description. Everything's...

Out of focus.

Literally, figuratively.

The edges are all fuzzy and I'm not really sure what I'm seeing anymore.

Maybe it's the sun

Maybe it's oblivion

Maybe they're one in the same

And it's always been that way.