RainyWindowWhine

Here we are again.
Here I am, trying to think of something to say.
My thoughts scatter and scurry
I’m isolated and insulated and angry and sad and haplessly hopeful
For no good reason.
Here we are.
Shirking and shrinking and struggling to find meaning behind moments
My mind makes matters more than matter makes me exist.
I’m closed off and crazy and silly and wired yet winded
How do I explain how I really feel?
How do I open up myself when the hinge on my door is rusted over
With dreams I can’t dream could drown out the droning of madness impending?
Here we are again.
All dressed up with no where to go with nobody to love
Here I am, heaving and squeaking and blissfully leaning into anything stable
My thoughts are morbid and mushy and totally disconnected.
I’m afraid and I’m happy about it.
Here we are.
Everything tastes terrible but looks so good.
Everything reminds me of you.
For no good reason.