These are my thoughts written down on paper

No ruler or cup can measure the surmounting levels of stress and pressure inflicted upon me by life. The sun and the moon though constant offer me no rest. No rest for those who feel like this...forsaken and unsaved. Passing seconds are my only saviors, just watching the clocks' nearly human hands move ever so slightly into a spinning mess that is time. Where I surmount to nothing but a wasted breath. A breath that when exhaled will hang on the air and plague the world with infectious apathy.

Current Mood: stressed