disappearing within myself, pt 1

The thing that sucks about this whole situation, is that I cant promote my shit-stained blog. I mean you can take the blog but you can't take the girl out from the blogger lifestyle. I've been a shit writer in all types of confinements. jumping out of windows and catching bus rides to the nearest mailbox to insure people there is still a brain inside this locked up body. I mean we've all heard about the moleskin journal and my ability to make pads of paper into police officer's interests. 

confinement in my ideology isn't confinement

I mean my bedroom walls can be anything I want them to be, 

the rattling of my car and skipping of the radio is just like the good old days.

reading books that make you envy their life and strumming mumbles on that untouched guitar.

we forget how much complicity is held within the simplicity due to the fact that robots and technology took over our twilight zone reality.  

who are we when we have nothing? 

no social media, no outgoing call, no screen to hide behind. 

the empty stillness of the world, 

when was the last time you sat quiet enough to hear the white noise, 

how did it make you feel?

was it a type of paranoid high, where you swear to god the cop siren in the song, is actually a cop siren and he's going to pull you over?

even though you've heard that song a million and ten times, the uncertainty of consistency. is going to eat your hallow brain alive. 

and you can't do anything about it

I know the sun is going to come up tomorrow and these words will just be something I use to fill up the time or make a mission for delivery. 

but it's still uncomfortable, to be so still, to be the quietest girl in the room, to be the only girl in the room.

katbird03