I feel like i have been dropped into a vast ocean of bleak and vapid thoughts. Nothing.

And cool sweat stands still on my flesh while visions of tomorrow dance across my mind forever haunting the sickly sweet presence of boredom. The regurgitation of ideals and mind contorting words are so familiar in my distilled visage that i could recite them perfectly as an actress does on her big night. But enough with the large words and fancy simile's, lets explore the rugged and unkempt notions that keep me awake in the howling darkness. The Mysterious illusions that keep me alive? No, how about the inane sense that the blended days turn into weeks, and the weeks turn into lives. But why can i not escape this ocean? because it is my life.