I am so fucking out of it and have been for the past two days.
I don't know what the fuck it is, but I don't feel well still. Yet I still feel very VERY VERY content and euphoric and at peace. But so jittery and fucked up. I don't know. This is odd. And no appetite. I had a bag of chips today though. This happens often. No wonder I have lost weight.
Anyway, I started Sylvia's "The Collected Poems" awhile ago. AMAZING. Totally a mindfuck. This is why poetry is amazing. So underrated as well. I totally get everything she's saying too.
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