I can't imagine living 24 more years. or 10 years. They ask me where i see myself from now. (roaming with the daisies eh) But what can I say? Do you think I can pass off as a CEO? It's beginning to look a lot like a comedy routine.
and I feel:
Slow, antagonizing pull right off the skin. I'm no longer flinching. Accustomed to the noise growing in my brain, this feels hot, and heavy. People are starting to ask questions. They're starting to notice, and I can't keep hiding the blisters as avant garde concotions just to please the artful. Even though most of them are oblivious even when the truth daggers right in between their eyes. They bash their lashes and giggle nonchalantly. "Pass the wine, please"
It's just another dinner party, and i'm one day away from my last.
and I feel:
Slow, antagonizing pull right off the skin. I'm no longer flinching. Accustomed to the noise growing in my brain, this feels hot, and heavy. People are starting to ask questions. They're starting to notice, and I can't keep hiding the blisters as avant garde concotions just to please the artful. Even though most of them are oblivious even when the truth daggers right in between their eyes. They bash their lashes and giggle nonchalantly. "Pass the wine, please"
It's just another dinner party, and i'm one day away from my last.